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his fingers and palm resting on the right tit had not yet grown weary of the acreage of that great mound.
    Long minutes later, when his palm and his fingertips roamed at last to the other tit and began to fondle that new one, and his lips removed themselves from the sensitive part of her long, beautiful neck where they had been feasting, he kissed her mouth with his mouth, tongue against tongue. Fiercely.
    When his hand grew weary of the other tit, it came back to the first tit, and she muttered somehow through the warm, wet clench of their twelve-minute kiss, “My break is over,” and he released her.
    Still seated upon his lap, the dealer gently pushed the large erect nipples back under the cups. Refastened her brassiere. Rebuttoned her shirt. Accepted his assistance in reattaching her snap-on bowtie. Checked her makeup in the mirror. Stumbled out of the van and began her groggy swishing, swaying walk across the parking lot. She got halfway to the doors of the casino before running back to the van to collect that night’s portion of the money, which she in her drunken haste had forgotten.
    â€œMy bad,” she told him.
    â€œYour tiddies are incredible.”
    â€œI told you they were real.”
    â€œI could suck on them nipples all day.”
    â€œBet you could.”
    â€œI want to make love to you.”
    â€œI’m a married woman.”
    â€œMy dick is real big.”
    â€œI got to get back to work.”
    â€œYou wear panties or thongs?’
    She smiled wickedly. “Thongs.”
    â€œOhmygod.”

    â€œI got to get back to work.”
    Their eyes locked in understanding, and they licked their lips to a great wetness in anticipation of the night to follow.
    She raced back to the casino, running through excuses in her mind to tell her shift manager about why she was late getting back from break, and thinking, He looks like he can keep a secret. Maybe I will let him hit it. At any rate, it’s going to be a beautiful bathroom when this remodeling is finished.
    And he was thinking, Wait a minute—she told me that night that she had never cheated on her husband with a man. Oh, I see what she sayin’. Oh, my god, honey girl is a freak. She kissed a girl? She ate pussy? She let some other girl eat her pussy? Hahaha. She’s a straight-up freak. I’m gonna spank that ass. I swear to god, I’ma spank that ass.
    The third kiss on the third night did not occur in Docta Love’s customized van because it was the dealer’s night off, though that is not what she told her good husband.
    The good husband was led to believe that she had been called in to work mandatory overtime.
    The third kiss on the third night took place in an anonymous room of an anonymous hotel, and it was accompanied by good wine and digitalized song from the hotel’s vast selection, which could be piped in for an additional $19.99 added to the bill.
    Most importantly, there was the application of tongues to all the members of their bodies so that there might be taste.
    He had told her, “How can there be smell and feel, but no taste? I ain’t no animal. I am a sensitive man. I need to taste you. I need you to taste me. I know your wedding vows are sacred, girl, but my money is sacred too. What I’m saying is if you want this money for that bathroom you gon’ have to let a brother get some satisfaction. Let me be frank with you. I need to see that pussy. I need to see that ass.”

    As he went through his little speech, she laughed, undressing.
    She thought to herself, as she unsnapped her bra, releasing her enormous breasts, I guess he has to say those things. I guess some men have to say things like that to convince themselves that they are in control. That they are making you do it. Oh, well, I’ll play along with his little game as long as he has a big dick. As long as he knows how to work it. What a beautiful bathroom it is going to be. Large gothic