The decks Apex supplied were each imprinted on their backs with the individual names and emblems of the casinos. To ensure tight security and no possible hanky-panky, a guard was maintained on the premises of Apex twenty-four hours a day. In addition, each case of cards that left for shipping was sealed and stamped with Apex's special seat. The seal was so intricately designed that it was almost impossible to counterfit. Thus, Apex maintained its valued reputation with the casinos and insured integrity for all.

Until, that is, their chief bookkeeper lost her succulent cherry one night to a handsome, sexy stranger.

"Aaaaaaa!" Carol wailed now, grinding her creamy wet ass madly to Jack's bushy crotch as another shattering orgasm shot through her boiling loins. "Oh God Jack! Ooooooo! Your big prick, uuunnnngh! Darling, come,pleeeeaaase come with ungh! Eeeeeeee! Pussy going crazy… ohohohoh!"

Gritting his teeth, Jack continued his relentless fucking, playing with her heaving tits all the while. Damned if her juicy little cunt wasn't getting to him! She was whipping and thrashing her slippery crack furiously on his rod now, sending sharp tingles of excitement up his spine. And each time he pumped forward, she rubbed her big soaked asscheeks against his crotch, teasing the fierce knot of jism in his loins. Jesus, he'd have to fuck her in her gorgeous ass before he was through with her or go crazy thinking about it – and her luscious tits too, if he had the time. Everywhere if he had the time.

"Hey, wow, shit!" Jack suddenly gasped, realizing he was losing his tight control. Her pussy was a wild sucking machine, squirming on his big cock with a lustful fury all its own, juicy and boiling and electrifying as it hugged and squeezed and whipped its slippery silken heat. "Hey Carol mmmmmmm! Shit, honey oh! G-Goddamn that's good! Mmmmmm! Cunt! Hey, baby, your cunt is… wheeeeeeew! F-fantastic!"