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got.”
    His shot hard out from his cock, and a strong, wild emptying sensation flooded over Rosie...and all of her slid out of reality, a new template writing over her blanked out personality. She was lost in sticky bliss for what felt like ages, licking and swallowing liquid pleasure.
    Then, someone’s cock entered her mouth. She couldn’t tell who. All she could tell was that sucking cock was the reason she existed.
    What a good wife she was, now!
    * * * * *
    T wo hours after entering the casino, almost all of Jonathan and Rosie’s money was gone. Two mortgages put up on their house. Four loans from the local bank. His 401K completely drained. All his stock options spent.
    He didn’t care, of course. After cumming down Karen’s throat three more times—the volume and frequency of his orgasms had increased tremendously after drinking all of those Spiral Twists—Delilah and Karen had led his new, hulking self into the VIP room. There, he sat on a leather couch, lazily and drunkenly rolling a pair of dice with Karen happily attending his cock with long, soulful slurps and moans. His body, so large and muscular now, sunk deep into the couch.
    He didn't know what game he was playing. It involved him losing quite a lot while Karen sucked him off. That was fine. Everything was fine.
    “This casino is so wonderful, isn’t it baby?” Delilah purred in his ear.
    “So wonderful,” he agreed happily.
    “You’ll sign anything at all for the casino, won’t you please, darling?”
    “Oh yeah. Sign whatever.”
    Tasha, busty and smiling, bent over at the waist with a tray of papers in her hand.
    “Sign these, please,” she said, pointing. “Here, here, and here.”
    Jonathan leaned forward, sticking his nose into the redhead’s breasts with a drunken chuckle. Delilah led his hand from point to point and he scribbled out his signature. Or something. Maybe it was just scribbles. Anyway, they didn't seem to care.
    “Wonderful,” said the redhead, emotionless, sliding away.
    Delilah, delighted, wrapped her hands around his neck.
    “One last game, baby.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    “If you win this one, you can stay here indefinitely. You can work here, just like us. Wouldn’t you love that?”
    “Oh...” some strings of thought attended his forgotten conscience and priorities. Wasn’t there...work, or something? But no. This was a job she was offering. “I um...I mean...”
    “All you have to do,” Delilah purred, “is cum right inside my pussy.”
    God, he could do that. He could really do that.
    Getting up, he grabbed Karen and gently placed her aside. Her weight was nothing to him—fuck, but he was so strong now—and then he grabbed Delilah's tiny, curvacious body and pushed her down on the couch.
    His hands ripped at her clothes, tearing them away like they were paper, like they were made of wet tissue. Delilah's hot, tiny body tensed and squirmed, hot repeated orgasms clearly running through her body with every touch of his big hands on her naked, hot tits.
    With a moan, he sank into this woman, his shaft completely sliding inside of her with no resistance whatsoever. He could feel his own bulge beneath her tiny torso, filling her up so hard.
    Gyrating his hips, he began to thrust inside of her again and again. Delilah's head thrashed in ceaseless pleasure, her legs wrapped around his waist. She pulled herself up off the couch, her tiny fuckable body held up entirely by his steely muscles.
    “Yes!” she moaned ceaselessly. “ Oh my god, yes! ”
    Jonathan entered and re-entered her with gusto. Her pussy was so fucking tight!
    As he continued to fuck her brains out, Mr. Craft entered the room with Rosie on one arm. She was completely naked. Mr. Craft eyed Jonathan casually, like the newly muscular stud was merely sorting mail. Jonathan, seeing Rosie, didn't stop his screwing for a second. Delilah was too good—and besides, he deserved to fucking her.
    He was a man, a real man. He deserved any hot pussy he