I swallowed, took a deep breath, and moved quickly up the stairs to the open doorway.It was a small living room. It was completely dark with several c...andles flickering. The walls were COVERED with images of Christ, the crucifixion, all kinds of Catholic memorabilia. Creepy. There was a small woman, dressed in pants and a blouse, sitting in the shadowy light on the couch. Short dark hair. Pretty face. I stood several feet away towering over her as she stared at my presence. My exhibitionistic. I said not completely. Her hand then slid up to the leg hole of my shorts and then under. She grabbed a hold of my thickening member and cooed "mmm I'd love to try this on for size."I was taken completely by surprise. She began stroking my cock, I reached over and fondled her breasts through her bathing suit material. I moved down her body to her crotch where I rubbed her clit through the thin material. She moaned and whispered in my ear that she wanted my cock buried deep inside her. I sat. I wheel the cart near the window of the living room where it will be handy.My phone alarm buzzes, 6 pm, time for a light dinner. I text Rachel to reminder her to eat. She replies, "Yes Sir, must be able to perform for you!"I go down to the Casio floor early and get a few hundred in chips at the roulette table. I am facing the door and at 7 there she is. Rachel is wearing her should length hair in relaxed curls, a simple black dress, mid-thigh hem, shows just a hint of cleavage. A nice outfit,. I want to hear you, Constance. I want you to beg me to fuck you, harder and faster. I want you to call my name as you spend.’ In and out, those short firm strokes. His weight pinning her, heat and the scent of musk rising from his skin. His jaw was clenched, his muscles quivering with tension. And all at once, Constance understood. Enrique was close to spending already, so inflamed by his pent-up hunger for her. He could barely contain himself. It gave her a sweeping sense of power, such as.