A Night at the Slots A Vegas Story
One night at the slots It was about 10 pm and my day was finally over. For some reason I washorny as hell and had such a craving for some pussy that it was all that had occupied my mind for the last few hours. I had to at least try to do something about it. I had already called all the available women I knew and no one was answering their phone. It was time for plan B. Go out. As I live in Las Vegas, the hour of the day really doesn't mean toomuch. There are always places open and people...