Up in the tower at the Illusions, I smell the panic from his thralls. They're wrapped up in a sea of flesh around them, coming at them in naked waves,... and they're not immune to the lure.There are a million and a half people in Las Vegas. Most of a million not too far from the strip. More than San Francisco. More power. More freedom. Less restraint.He's shouting orders, making phone calls, directing his thoughts carefully. Then he feels the first wave pass over him. His hotel is three miles from. Opening her stance wider, Jamie ground her pussy onto her husband's tongue. Joe pushed up, ramming his tongue between her lips with her panties. She was dripping, wet beyond belief. Joe lapped up her juices. Jamie suddenly pushed his face away again. Joe looked up at her. His mustache and goatee were coated in her juices, slick and wet. His nose was red. Jamie smiled and turned around. Bending over, she knelt one leg up on the bed. She knew what Joe saw. Her pink, wet pussy, her black lace. I handed her the hair dryer, then turned and bent my face between the luscious cheeks of Georgia’s arse. I licked her languorously, paying particular attention to her brown puckered ring with the pointed tip of my tongue.She thrust the luscious twin globes of her arse back towards my face, mashing my chin into her wet folds. I thrust my tongue forward impaling her on its stiff, wet pinkness as her lips parted to accept its entry.Lucy dropped the hair dryer on the floor and started watching me. After showering I dressed wearing baggy clothes. My pants were tight at the hips and loose at the waist. Instead of a jacket I wore a really baggy sweater even though it was June and the weather forcast was hot.The day at work was an ordeal. I looked at the secretaries as I walked around my Department. My mind spun as I thought of being one of them. It was not what I wanted. I was a male and wanted to remain so. Several times I tried to phone Marie but always got her answerphone.I left the.