I met you on my flight, and you hit on me, so I assumed you had a huge cock and accepted your invitation for a weekend with you in Las Vegas. I couldn’t have been more wrong. Once you got me back to your suite and it was time for sex, I saw how pathetic and tiny yours is. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that, and with you? I have the answer: I’m going to spend the weekend getting fucked in the suite you paid for, and you’re going to buy me lingerie and heels to get fucked in. Once I’m done being used by the big-dicked studs I choose to bring to the suite, you’ll take me to an expensive dinner, and then we’ll do it all again the next day until the weekend is over.