Ouch. I don’t envy this decision. He taps again. Bust. “Well, that’s it for me I guess,” Mr. Hottie looks my way and finishes with, “Maybe ...my luck will be better somewhere else.” He’s looking straight at me when he’s saying these words. He tosses his last two chips at the dealer for a tip. Generous, I like that. I stare down at the pile of chips in front of me. I should walk away now anyhow. It would be a shame to lose any of it now. “I’m going to quit while I’m ahead,” I hear myself say. I. His hands were tied behind the chair with the rope tying his bound wrists to his cock and balls in the front of the chair, this way every time he tried to get his hands free, he would pull tighter on his cock and balls, separating them more and more. His neck was also tied to the base of the chair, giving him no way of getting free. I ran over to him, but I got pulled from my hair from behind me, pushing me on to the sofa. As I tried to sit up, a man put his hand on my throat and said. 21 years old, a shapely feminine jawline, plump lips, and sexy dark eyes, but given that she wore conservative clothing, little to no makeup, her hair in a ponytail, and had spent her high school and college years largely in the library, it meant that her social skills were a little lacking, and her romantic and sexual prospects even more so. They say that girls could have who they want, but she felt like she'd been dealt a bad hand, at least in the breasts department, boys seemed to ignore her. “I usually get naked and lay back on my bed, just like I am here. I start by teasing my nipples. I usually get them wet and twist them a little bit. Then I’ll start thinking about something sexy until I feel my pussy get hot and wet like it is now.”Taking a hand from her breast, Ann moved it slowly down her body until her fingers curled in her red pubic hair. “I like to get my finger wet and before I start to rub my clit,” she told him in a soft, sexy voice. “Then, I’d run my finger around my.