The flight was uneventful. The flight attendants were attentive, which was annoying only because I had wanted to play with Kat's cum-filled pussy. We had to resort to dirty talk, which made the three hours go quickly.

When we arrived, a Wynn Resorts Rolls Royce waited for us outside baggage claim. The driver was familiar, and I tipped him up front. The Strip buzzed with neon and energy as we drove up the back route to the Wynn, its curved tower inviting and promising adventure. My host met us with our room keys. By 10 p.m., we were in our suite. By 10:05, Kat's tits were pressed against a floor-to-ceiling...