Vegas is sin city.
We planned to sin. But I planned to choose the forms sin would take, and I planned to make them hard. This trip would test your limits, and even in the planning I was so hard imagining the ways I would stretch them. The ways I’d stretch your cunt, and the ways I’d stretch all the edges of your lust.
I had the van pick you up for our “corporate retreat”. I met you at the airport drop dressed in a suit. I took your bag like a gentleman and promptly lead you to a locker I rented to stash it for the duration. I mean, it was very good for appearances that you brought luggage, and it was even better for appearances that you were given no warning you would not get to bring it.
As instructed, you didn’t speak besides the expected, and good for appearances, “Hello Sir.”
Like a good girl you wore a business appropriate dress as instructed, and I was sure beneath you wore the slut appropriate panties I’d requested.