“Aw, little man is hard,” said Wanda, gently masturbating his cock. The Captive looked dreamy-eyed, at least until Wanda stretched his cock and tr...ickled wax droplets on it. Eyes popping out of his head, the Captive gave an animalistic grunt. Wanda blew the candle out.“Now where should I put this?” said Wanda, smearing wax on the Captive’s face. She jammed the candle halfway up his ass which made the Captive piss a bit; Madame Wanda took a burst on her smooth milky thighs. Recoiling, Madame. “Not much point in spending all that money and being waxed down there for the first time in my life if I can’t show it off”, then leaning forwards so her tits were dangling in front of my face, she deftly grabbed my hard cock through my shorts and whispered, “Now adjust yourself so that’s not so obvious and lets go.”The pool was stunning, tiny lights twinkling like stars in the night sky, a waterfall at one end, and little semi-private areas dotted along the sides. There was just one other. “There’s your totem now,” Pa said, as the raven did acrobatics in the early morning light. I sat astride Pooky and just stared at the old bird. Suddenly, he swooped down and landed on my shoulder. He looked over at Pa and then hopped to the other shoulder.Awkawkawkawk!Miranda paused at the door.“Demon Ramie! What do you want?”What? I’m a demon again? What did I do?“I apologize, Friend Ramie. You come at a most inopportune time.”Why? What’s hap... I was flooded with Miranda’s memories.Jason is. The best hand wins.The first two bets in this game had to be six dollars, and the last two bets had to be twelve dollars, which is why the game was called 6-12. Obviously, my 20-40 and 40-80 games were much higher stakes, but the rules were the same.I didn’t care if I won or lost; my objective was to watch the tourist. She had personality and looks; a rare event in most poker rooms in Las Vegas. I watched her play and listened to her talk. She had been playing poker for five years now she told.