Gary, Laura mike,Trish, audrey, steve buffy bill I met him when my husband was killed in a car accident. He had been recommended by a friend as my lawyer. Actually his death was not a great loss to me. I had only married him right out of high school because he looked so cute in his basketball shorts and it looked as if he may get to play professionally and be rich. He did win a college scholarship which allowed us to get married since it included an apartment and an overpaid job after classes. Unfortunately he was really stupid and even with tutors he couldn't keep his grades up since he was more interested in drinking beer. It turned out he was not that great a ballplayer either and they used his bad grades as an excuse to cancel his scholarship. We ended up in the trailer court just a couple of blocks from my folks working at minimum wage jobs to survive. My lawyer Gary Mitchell got 50,000.00 from the insurance company. After paying his 30 I still had 35,000.00. I had always been poor and that seemed like a fortune. Gary suggested I let him invest it for me. He was sure I could get a ten percent return on my money. I said I would think about it but first I wanted to celebrate. I bought a bunch of nice clothes and found a nice apartment then traded in our old car to go to Las Vegas.

When I checked into the Casino and paid with a check they must have checked with my bank because a man came to my room while I was unpacking to give me a hundred dollars in chips and said I had a credit line of Twenty thousand and just tell the dealer or croupier to check with him so I wouldn't have to bother to go to the cashier for more chips. I thought I was in heaven. I won a thousand dollars the first night and seven hundred the next. Along with that I was given free drinks and free tickets to the shows. I didn't use them as I was too greedy to leave the tables for a show. The next night I wasn't so lucky. I couldn't understand what was happening. I was doing the same thing that had won money before. I couldn't keep track of the chips I bought since it was so easy to ask for more. The night after that I lost more and when I complained to the man next to me that I was losing my ass playing Crap, he suggested I play poker because if I had a bad hand I could fold before it cost me much and if I had a good one I could bet big to win a lot. I didn't know anything about poker but the desk had brochures on all the games to teach you how to play. I went to dinner and studied a brochure on Texas Hold Em. It seemed simple and I saw what the man meant. You were dealt two cards face down and if they weren't good you could throw them away only losing a small ante. It told the values of hands with a royal flush being best and suggested only playing cards when you had a pair, ace king, or two in the same suit for a flush. I found a game with a five hundred dollar limit so I could win all I lost in one night and go home. It was great at first. On the last card I always made a straight or flush to win. Guys bitched that they had me beat all the way until I caught a miracle card at the end but I ignored them thinking it was just sour grapes. But then the card I needed didn't come although I had bet heavily assuming it would. Then worse when I got my card showing a small flush or straight someone else would have a bigger one. I couldn't quit. I was still getting good start cards and was sure my luck had changed. I kept ordering racks of chips at a thousand dollars each. I had two thousand in front of me when the man next to me suggested I get even more chips so if I got a great hand I could bet the limit. He was a winner so I took his advice and ordered two thousand more. I thought I had finally got the miracle. I was dealt an ace and king of hearts and when the three card was dealt face up there was a queen and jack of hearts and a low club I couldn't see how I could lose. If I got any ten I would have the highest possible straight and any heart would give me the best flush. I bet the maximum and was glad to get callers. The next card was an ace of clubs. I bet the maximum again and was amazed when the man to my right raised. I just called thinking he must have an ace too and didn't want to chase out the other players. They also reluctantly called. The last card was a ten of clubs. I made my perfect straight and bet five hundred. The other players dropped out but the man on my right raised. I looked at the cards and suddenly realized he may have made a flush so just called. My worst fear was realized when he turned over a jack and queen of clubs. He had two pair on the flop and was betting on getting a full house or club flush. I had less than a hundred in front of me and ordered another rack cursing my bad luck but the dealer said I would have to talk to the pit boss as I had reached my limit. I went to him and begged for another thousand saying I would play more carefully but he said according to my bank I only had 23,000.0 and they had no idea how many other checks I had written. I showed him my check book showing I still had money but his only concession was to say that there would be no charge for my room. That was little consolation since I had only slept in it for a few hours. I had signed a blank check for the credit line which he said they had already processed. The experience had drained me. I went to my room and slept for twelve hours then started home.

I went to my bank the next day and found I had only a little over two thousand. Just food and rent would have me broke in two months. I thought that fifty thousand was cheap for killing my husband, loser that he was, and went to Gary to see if he could get any more money from the insurance company or driver. He said, "No way. We got the policy limit and the driver has no money. Besides you have signed a release agreeing to settle for the fifty K." "Oh God. I lost 20,000.00 in Vegas. I'll be broke in two months. I just can't spend the rest of my life flipping burgers." He looked at me closely. I looked a lot better now with my new clothes, hairdo, and proper make-up. Then he said, "Don't worry. I won't let you starve. I'll try to find you a better job and maybe loan you some money. Meanwhile why don't I take you out to dinner to make you feel better. He showed me the good life. He took me to a great restaurant where everyone knew him and then out dancing where I saw my first movie star. When he took me home I asked him up for a night cap. I was embarrassed I could only offer him a beer but he said that was fine and took off his coat and tie obviously planning on staying for awhile. I assumed he would want to sleep with me which I thought I owed to him and besides it had been four months since I had been laid and I had become used to having sex at least four times a week. He told me to join him on the couch where he kissed me. He was a great kisser and it felt wonderful to be hugged by a man again. I made no objection when he unzipped the back of my dress and pulled it off my shoulders then pulled down my strapless bra to kiss and nibble on my nipples. I put my hand on his dick to find it was hard and got up to let my dress slide to the floor and take off the bra. He pulled down my panties as I stood between his legs and then he did a wonderful thing. He kissed my belly-button then let his tongue slide down until it went into my slit to flutter against my clitoris. No-one had ever done that to me before. Although I had sucked my husbands cock to get him hard he had never offered to suck me. It felt wonderful. I began shuddering in excitement. I knew his dick was huge from feeling it and I wanted it inside me. I knelt between his legs to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants then when he lifted I slid his pants and shorts down his legs then began licking and sucking his dick until he pulled me up to sit on his lap and bury that wonderful penis in my pussy. He lasted a long time and I had an orgasm better than anything I had ever had. He dated me two or three times a week always taking me to great places and always with great sex afterwards. He seemed pleased I was willing to suck his dick until he came in my mouth and was willing to try any variation of sex even butt-fucking which was painful considering the size of his penis. I noticed he never gave me a choice about where we would go or how we made love but it didn't bother me since the sex was great and I always enjoyed where we went. The best time was when he bought me a new sexy dress and took me to the Academy Awards since a producer client gave him tickets. We didn't have great seats but it was still wonderful to be surrounded by all the movie stars I had read so much about in the fan magazines and tabloids. I was so grateful when we got back to my apartment I did a strip-tease for him then sucked his dick until he was drained. I kept looking for a job but had no luck and he said he hadn't found anything for me either. Actually I spent more time working out and playing tennis at the health club he owned an interest in because he loved my firm body and I wanted to keep it that way. Finally I went broke and asked him if I could borrow some money from him to pay my rent. To my delight he said that wasn't necessary. We got along and I should just move in with him and if it worked out we could be married. It wasn't a marriage proposal but it was close and it solved all my problems. The "if it worked out" part seemed like a threat but I was sure I could make him happy. I was in a furnished apartment so we just loaded my stuff in his car and mine and I followed him to his house realizing that for some reason he had never taken me there before. We drove up in the hills and came to a huge iron gate that opened slowly when he did something in his car. I thought the house was beautiful. It was brick with a huge living room and rec room that allowed you to enter the pool and swim under a glass wall to the larger pool outside. I was really impressed and said, "God you must be rich." "Not really. In this town you aren't rich until you are a billionaire. My Dad built this place during the forties when land and construction was still cheap."

We hung my things in his huge walk-in closet. There was plenty of room because all he had in it was five dark suits. I found out later he had a few casual clothes in drawers but hardly ever wore them. After my things were put away I found I was not just going to be able to lie around in the lap of luxury. He said that since I was there he would no longer need the housekeeping service. He gave me the list of duties he had made up for the service. It seemed like a lot of work. The house was to be dusted and vacuumed daily and the sheets changed because he hated sleeping on wrinkled sheets. The floors not in carpet were to be waxed weekly or as needed and the windows washed weekly. To the list he added that he wanted dinner on the table at seven unless he called to say we would be eating out and that there was a menu in the kitchen of his favorite foods and the days he wanted them. Then he took me on a tour of the house ending at his office. He just opened the door to let me look in and said, "This is my office. You aren't to go in there. I am kind of messy and have important papers lying around. I don't want you to move things around because I know where everything is." Then he took me out to dinner where an actor I recognized from TV stopped at our table to say hello. I was really impressed and asked Gary, "Gee you know producers and actors. Do you think you might be able to get me in the movies?" "I doubt it. There are a million actresses out there as pretty as you but if you are good I may give it a try." Again there was the threat. I wasn't sure what he meant by "good." At dinner he said we would have an engagement dinner party at our house next Saturday and he would arrange for the caterers. Engagement put me that much closer to marriage. I think I embarrassed him by jumping up to hug and kiss him. That night we made love. I followed his instructions to slowly remove my clothes then kiss him down his chest and stomach then sucking his penis until he had me get on my hands and knees so he could fuck me doggy style. Toward the end he began spanking the sides of my buttcheeks as he thrust. It stung but his dick in me let me ignore the pain to have an orgasm. When he came he flopped onto his back and said, "How was that for you?" "Why did you spank me? It was strange to have pain and pleasure at the same time." "I was trying to get you to pump faster. Besides it is exciting to spank that cute round butt." "Well I don't like it. It reminds me of the pain and humiliation when my Dad spanked me." "Did it help you be a better girl?" "Yes but I never liked him. He scared me. You aren't thinking of spanking me if you get angry are you?" "We should never know because you aren't going to make me mad. Are You?" "No. You know I want you to love me." It bothered me that he left that possibility but I couldn't think of any reason to make him mad. He told me to meet him at the office at noon the next day and we would have lunch and do some shopping. We had a nice lunch then he took me to Frederick's of Hollywood. We went to a dressing room where he had the sales girl bring in gobs of teddies, tiny bikini panties and transparent bras. I had always been modest but when I said I was embarrassed he just said, "Relax. Everyone does this." The sales girl seemed nonchalant so I relaxed a little even though sometimes I was stark naked when she came in. I was extra embarrassed though when after helping me put on a teddie that was barely wide enough to cover my slit she touched my pussy and said, "This would look better if she didn't have so much hair." I blushed as Gary said, "You are right. We will take care of that." When she left at his request for some thong bathing suits I said, "Don't you want my opinion on these things?" "No. They aren't for you. They are for me."

Before we left he bought a spandex cocktail dress for the party. It was skin tight. You could see the protrusion from my nipples and even my pubic mound. The top just came around my back under my armpits to show the tops of my boobs and the skirt was so short it barely covered my ass. I whispered, "God Gary. It is so short my ass will show if I bend over." "Don't be silly. The sales girls' ass doesn't show." That was true but only because she bent her knees to lower herself. I would just have to remember to follow her example. Finally he bought a couple of pairs of shoes with five inch heels.They forced me to walk on my toes and it was hard to keep my balance. When I complained he just said that I would get used to them and they made my legs look great. When we got home he led me to the bedroom and threw a sheet over the bedspread then told me to get undressed so he could trim my pussy hair. I told him I could do it but he said he wanted to do it so it would be just the way he wanted. He folded a pillow to put under my butt then pulled my legs apart. He used the beard trimmer to shorten the hair then began using the shaver. it vibrated which excited me. He must have realized the effect it was having as he pulled the lips tight to shave because every now and then he would spread my pussy lips to let the side of the shaver vibrate directly on my clit. He kept teasing me letting it vibrate on my clit only to remove it to shave some more just as I was nearing orgasm. finally he finished shaving and just rested it on my clit until he could tell by my pulsating tummy and moans that I was in orgasm. he replaced the shaver with his tongue and then buried his dick in it. I had multiple orgasms which had never happened to me before. When I recovered I got up and saw my pussy in the mirror. He hadn't just trimmed it. It was perfectly bald. It hadn't been that way since I was nine. I said, "God. You took all the hair. I have never felt so naked." "Good. I like you naked." "Yeah but it seems so vulnerable now and sensitive too. I can feel the slightest breeze. It may make me feel constantly horny." "Good. I want you constantly horny." He loved my new naked pussy. He got me super horny by tickling it with feathers, licking it, and running ice cubes over it until I was begging him to fuck me. He told me that from then on I could wear anything I wanted during the day but when he came home he wanted me in the lingerie. The party was nice. He just asked his four law partners and their wives over. The caterers prepared the food, served it and cleaned up afterward so I didn't have to do a thing.

During the drinks before dinner Gary must not have told them the reason for the party because he had me stand up and announced, "Gentlemen and ladies I want to present my fiancee." He had me hold out my hand and slid a big diamond ring on my finger. then he said, "Make a few turns so they can see how beautiful you are." By then I had become used to the dress even though he had insisted I wear no underwear and made turns feeling like a super model. That illusion was ruined when one of the men said, "She has a fine ass." and another said, "Great tits too. the third said, "I think her tiny waist is what makes her tits and ass look so good." The fourth man just nodded in agreement. My pride disappeared. Now I felt more like a stripper than a model.