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5/7/2023 8:19 pm

"Define complicity?" Silence.

We'd be heading out in the morning to do some deliveries then set up camp by a river.
I'd read about how famous artists claimed their work was motivated and contributed to by forces on the other side.
It didn't seem to be a crime, it was just a chance for the spirits to enjoy their creativity ,'vicariously, through a soul they had some connection with.
But if the spirits helped you with poker then that would be cheating.
I dressed myself up in my T girl outfit and went to the Casino, the doormen looked me over and begrudgingly let me in.
My siss was wildly excited by all the lights and I told her to concentrate. Blue tooth let me talk to myself.
I could pretend to talk on my phone too if I felt it was important.
I was given the number 14 and an urgency to use it, and the Roulette wheel seemed to be calling me.
After exchanging for the chips I casually loaded up the fourteen and looked for the 'he must be new to this" cringe on the girls face.
But she'd seen everything before and just spun the wheel and like magic the number 14 was up.
So now I'd built my pot and took my drink over to the Blackjack table.
A buxom girl who'd noticed my win at roulette stood close behind me and her warm titties and<b> perfume </font></b>strove for my attention and I had to concentrate.
The dealer's hands moved fast and I could only sense what the card was in the nick of time.
Soon I noticed the booby girl cheering on my luck and I wondered what they paid her.
I felt lost in time and wondered if I was turning invisible.
Another win and 'good girl' came from behind me.
I became too distracted and left the table.
I cashed in my chips and went to the grill and got barra and salad and a Chocolate Sunday for dessert.
I decided it was my sis doing the cheating and she had God's permission to do it.
I was clear so long as I didn't use it on myself.
Casinos didn't play fair themselves and I ignored their offers of free drinks when I was playing.
Crocodile smiles I thought.
The lesbian joined me at the bar and I told her I was new there and was interested in what was around.
"Well we have an aquarium she said and she told me she worked there a few hours a week but really diving was her passion and she loved being in the water.
I told her I'd done some surfing and snorkeled a bit.
I couldn't get over how good her titts looked.
I hoped she didn't suggest dancing as those warm titts would end up pressed against me.
Life didn't seem fair.
My mind flashed to when I was a fill in for a T girl at a brothel and the girl at the desk forgot to tell the customer and when he parted my dress my big cock seemed to match his wide eyed expression.
"Do you wanna suck it baby?" I asked.
He seemed so shocked there wasn't a pussy in front of him and soon realized it was what deep inside he'd hankered for.
"Go on I told him," " be a real man for once!"
He smiled and took my cock in his mouth. At first anyway and soon he would be my bitch moaning like the confused Tomcat he was.
On a truth or dare he'd have to face up to being 'done' by a tranny.
I had a tatoo too that gave the game away for me once and I'd been lured to got out in the bush with two horny types.
He said he recognized me and I wasn't sure what he meant and he went through my bag chucking things out till he found the red wig at the bottom of the bag.
"Ha there see I told you!" he then told me the name of the town it had happened.
His friend laughed his head off realizing that the story he'd been told was true.