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and loose.
    Loose, just like her. She was a hot, loose woman, happy to fuck anyone who came by. That's what her husband would like. He would want a woman that everybody could and would fuck. The two women whispering in her ears had strutted away long ago, but that was okay. Rosie felt perfectly acclimated to serving, now.
    She giggled happily, liqueur dripping over her lips and newly-busty breasts. That was so cool. The taste was so creamy. She slipped up some of the liqueur and sucked it off her fingers, pretending it was the cum of some stranger.
    Mmmph. That would be really hot.
    It was really fun and sexy to have an empty mind.
    Be a good wife, programmed thoughts jolted through her head. She welcomed the little jolts. They were regular parts of her life now. Be a happy wife .
    Oh, right, her mind wasn’t empty . It was just focused , now.
    “Back rub?” asked a masculine voice.
    Rosie broke from her soft liqueur-infused escape into the dreamy pages of her romance novel.
    She had been stuck on the same page for about an hour, dreamily imagining some roughhewn musclebound stud picking her up in his arms and busing her away to some dark, faraway cabin where he would fuck her endlessly. That would be something her husband could do. Her dreamy, tall, perfect husband...
    Imagine her surprise then, when the man above her was exactly like those lusty lads on the covers of her romance books—tall, taut, and impeccably cut.
    “Oh,” she said, her voice breathy and sultry. “Yes, please.”
    He held out a hand. “Why don’t you come with me then.”
    She slipped her fingers out of her cunt and took his hand. He didn’t seem to mind the excess juices.
    “I’m Marco,” he said.
    He certainly was . Rosie’s booze-and-induction-addled mind made up a little back story for him. He was some undocumented resident, working to pay for his mother and wife’s safe passage to the US. The only way he’d be able to pay properly is if he earned his keep. He needed all the help he could get from the wealthy guests of the Shining Spiral Casino. Rosie slid up against him. Her newly-huge tits slid off the hulking slab of his bicep.
    “Earn your keep...gotta help,” she moaned.
    “Sure babe,” he said, the way that he would maybe point out a scrap of food to a dog. “Whatever you say.”
    They stopped in front of a door into a small white-stone building at the edge of the pool. Philip, from before, turned the corner and saw the two of them, his face suddenly shifting into outrage.
    “Hey man, she’s mine!”
    “Fuck off, Philip.”
    “Fuck you, man! I’ve been feeding her drinks all day! She’s ready to be a cocksucker right away!”
    “Not anymore man. She’s on pussy duty. Now, fuck off. This is for taking my last girl.”
    Philip pushed him. “You’re an asshole.”
    “Whatever, bro.”
    Rosie’s head rushed hard. They were fighting over her. That was so manly .
    “Look,” he said, slapping her ass hard. She loved it. “She’s so ready to go. Why don’t we both take her? And I’ll make sure you get the next girl who comes in, all right? Boss says there ought to be way more coming up anyway after these two. There’s only like a week till the grand opening anyway.”
    Marco shrugged. “Sure, okay.”
    They pushed her inside the door.
    The inside of the room was stark white, a large group of pillows in the middle of the room.
    “Go on,” Marco said. “You’ve got to be a good girl.”
    “A good wife,” Philip corrected. She heard him whisper, “She’s really into the wife angle. You gotta play it up.”
    Marco nodded. “All the good wives I know kneel down in this room. So go on.”
    All the good wives did it? Oh fuck. She was running way far behind by never having done it before! Rosie, obediently, knelt down on the pillows.
    Marco’s cock, long and hard, slid down the hot lines of her face. Oh god. He was going to fuck her face. Philip drew up next to him, his cock floating along the other side of her