I kept looking for you to start grinning at such a nonsensical statement, but you kept your poker face. If only my ex boyfriend had such a sense of hu...mor.’ I took the chicken’s way out and said, ‘Darla, we ran our thirty dollar bankroll to over a hundred dollars. Let’s go to a quiet bar in the casino and count our quarters and have a drink?’ She readily agreed and I led the way to my favorite bar in the casino—relatively dark, no singers and few tourists. We counted the quarters. I know, you. MaryAnn looked spectacular dressed in slacks and a lace-trimmed blouse; just enough skin was showing to hold your gaze. I still wasn't clear as to her relationship with Uncle Joe. At times she seemed to be more than just an employee; but I guess that comes with the fact that she lived under his roof for the last several years and sees him practically every morning in the gym. I wondered if she knew about his health problems. If she didn't know now, she would later as his health started to. I expected him to demand that I reciprocate, but instead he kneeled down so that his dick was level with my erect nipples. Squeeze em together, He instructed. I did so and he immediately pressed his dick to the base of my breasts and started titty fucking me just like that. I repositioned myself, keeping my tits in fucking position and I reached down to take care of myself while he got his own kicks. Knowing my anatomy very well, I hit the spot right away and went to work. I felt his hot meat. Fingernails run along the twin hemispheres of my tense bottom carving red furrows along my naked flesh. The silent women torment my flesh without mercy. My thighs frame my throbbing sex to show the audience the shades of darkening red on my thong. I gasp with the coldness of steel on my hips, they snip and my thong leaves my body to fall to the floor, allowing the cool air of the room to blow gently on my naked overheated sex Now my stripped body is displayed to the audience again, my parted.