Sex and a Slot Machine

 I was never one for gambling machines. In any case, old buddy, Annabelle, depends on them. We typically go to the club together once every other month. At the point when we arrive we generally split up. I go to the poker or blackjack table and Annabelle goes directly to the gambling machines.

Presently Annabelle is a bit unique in relation to your typical gaming machine player. She is certainly not the old AE Sexy granny type in shoes. She is very lovely and when we go to the club she cleans up to perfection. I mean she seems as though she is going to a whore show then to a gambling club.

She wears the slinkiest most brief dresses you can envision, a bustier, crimson lipstick and nail clean and a couple of siphons that should be 6 inches high. At the point when she strolls into a gambling club each man in the spot faints.

The last time we went to the gambling club I chose to follow her to see precisely why she dressed the manner in which she did - just to play the spaces. On the off chance that I didn't have the foggiest idea about her better I would have thought that she was getting men.

That evening I followed her I gave her a brief early advantage. At the point when I found her she was playing this gambling machine like crazy. What's more, when I say she was playing it I mean she was playing the machine like it was a man.

She was right close to it. Scouring her body facing it. It appeared as though she was murmuring something sweet into its ear. Furthermore, when she pulled on its arm it was practically disgusting. She did it like a pornography star. Furthermore, the cleavage she was showing it, I promise to God, made the machine become flushed and its lights and whistles go off.