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Puppy’s Las Vegas Fantasy
– yet another part of the ongoing training of a real life member of BDSM Library
Part 3
This fantasy began with several short chat exchanges two weeks ago, we’re co writing it as we go:
Jay Mac: Well I'll miss our play, but I'm glad to hear you're doing so well at work...
Slut Puppy: thank you so much xx
Jay Mac: Smacks her bum and kisses her neck
Slut Puppy: Mmmm, wiggles in her chair... thank you Sir... at least your friends may get to see you, i've been keeping you all to myself the last little while...
Jay Mac: BTW are you naked...
Slut Puppy: emmmmmmm... kinda!
Jay Mac: How kinda?
Slut Puppy: white vest top no bra... and cute lil lace shorts? Which reminds me ...i've really got to go put some clothes on my friend is coming to pick me up soon
Jay Mac: Got it backwards, silly slut! That's 25 more, for a total of 225! Go get dressed and we'll chat tomorrow...
Slut Puppy: got it backwards? oh by wearing undies and not bra! got it!! you can't punish me , poutes um off to dinner !!!!!
Jay Mac: The rule is no knickers unless they’re in your wet pussy or up your pretty ass and rules are rules... laughs!
Slut Puppy: *starts to rethink the sexy masterful thing* Okay um going before i manage to rack up a whole bunch more!!
Jay Mac: Smacks her bum again and slips a finger under that cute little lace... go get dressed silly slut. Kisses her
Slut Puppy: stands up pushes Sir onto the chair and straddles him...bites his lip and whispers...can't really go anywhere with your fingers right there now can i?
Jay Mac: Slaps her clit and says, go! The sooner you're done, the sooner we can play again!
Slut Puppy: *slips her hand down the front of Sir's pants...slides of his lap an kneels between his legs...pushing his thighs apart she gives him a lil sneak preview of what she wants to start with tomorrow... *
Jay Mac: And what might that be?
Slut Puppy: me on my knees looking up at you... with my hands down your pants... Can you think of a better starting place?
Jay Mac: Not really... you go get dressed, I'll work on Part 2 of the Vegas fantasy and we'll play tomorrow... Oh, I have come upon a technical detail that requires your answer. Ever the stickler for accuracy (that's part of my writer's fetish) he asks, "How many of those pink beads are strung on your nasty anal jewelry?"
Slut Puppy: Trying to remember, more that a dozen i think... (brb)... Laughs and proudly announces 16!!! Have a great day *big hugs*
Jay Mac: Remember, if you're feeling lonely tonight, you can always play with your clit and dream of my cock up your ass...
Jay Mac: i'm sure that would cheer me up as well as entertaining the neighbors no end!!!! *laughs*
Jay Mac: You can always put those cute lace knickers in your mouth... Laughs as well
Jay Mac: *laughs out loud!!* You’re crazy...*pulling on my jeans... and hooking up my bra... *blows kisses over shoulder, running out the door*
Jay Mac: Kisses back ... Tomorrow, I love you brat!
Jay Mac: your a bigger brat than i'll ever be... blows another raspberry!
Jay Mac: Another 25 makes 250!!
Jay Mac: running out the door... lalalala, i can't hear you...
Jay Mac: 250!!!!
Jay Mac: sorry... nope still can't hear you... yep, see you tomorrow hun... *lil snickers*
Jay Mac: Laughs and says, Go!
…“Mean old man,” she purred with a pout and a wiggle…
Dinner with the girls was a boisterous affair rampant with laughter, teasing, and double-entendre that didn’t end until eleven thirty, when the girls hurried off to make a midnight show. Erin begged off citing jet lag, which proved to be a very real excuse and it was nearly ten thirty in the morning when she rolled over in the king sized bed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Jay sat focused on His laptop out on the balcony at a round table with a pot of coffee and a carafe of orange juice. An open bottle of champagne rested in a top hat ice bucket on the table next to a basket of croissants and fresh fruit. With a long stretch and yawn that made Puppy very much aware of her sore bum, red beads and pissy panties, she blew a raspberry and pouted, “”You’re still a mean old man!”
Jay laughed and countered, “Just doing my job, slut! You want a Mimosa?”
With a giggle and a wiggle she scampered out naked to the balcony, sat down on His knee and took a long sip from that wonderful mix of champagne and OJ. “What’re you up to nasty man,” she chirped. “Editing,” He replied, and with a click of the mouse He pulled up the video file to fill the full screen. Erin blushed and giggled at her image as she squatted, cuffed to the toilet and blindfolded and opened her mouth to receive her pissy knickers gag.
That image brought out a flood of sensory memories, from her trip to the restroom on the Southwest flight, to the nasty feel of her wet pussy and blue plug as she chatted with her cousin and friends on the shuttle ride to their hotel, to the warm flow as His cock filled her ass with cum and pee. It was unlike anything she’d ever dreamed and she wiggled her bum on His knee while she watched Him position the clear acrylic bowl beneath the long string of pink beads that dangled from her nasty slut bum hole. When she watched herself push the last pink bead out of her clenched butt cheeks, and spray the enema mix into the bowl and over the tile floor. She could still feel the power of that release and the sensory overload of her nipples, tits, and swollen clit as she shuddered through her fifth orgasm and pitched forward onto her knees. She laughed out loud when she heard His voice from off camera, “Whoa, there kiddo,” and as she watched Him catch her neck with the palm of His hand, Erin turned and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek whispering, “Thank you Sir.”
Jay chuckled, “Just doing my job and we really don’t need a trip to the ER. The girls will gossip.”
She giggled and playfully punched His shoulder, “Don’t be such a tease. They’re already gossiping from dinner.”
On the laptop she hung onto the rim of the toilet, opened her eyes and smiled into the lens of His camera. He dropped a bath towel at her knees and said, “Come on dirty gurl, up on your hands and knees, time to clean up your mess.”
She looked down at the pale yellow pool of pee on the floor, pushed herself up and looked over her shoulder at the nasty pool around her piss bowl, then she went down on her hands and knees, lowered her lips to the tile and licked the floor. Looking up at the camera she giggled and begged, “Please Sir, could you fuck my tight lil ass while i lick up all this nasty mess?”
What followed was a montage of extreme ass fucking, piss licking, cock sucking images that had Erin blushing, squealing, and protesting until it finally ended with a close POV of her face splashed with his cum, begging him to piss on her. “That’s quite enough of that,” she said as she stood up, pushed the lap top aside with her bum, sat in front of Him and reached out for a strawberry, “You Sir are an evil man and you’ve taken advantage of and perverted my sweet giving nature.”
Jay laughed and pinched her tender nipples, “But you’re missing the slow motion shot of my pee splashing over your pretty face, and by the way you loved it,” and then He stole the strawberry from her lips with a kiss. Erin put her bare feet on His thighs and pouted, “Hey that's mine!”
She put her arms around his neck, squatting His thighs, and took her strawberry back with another kiss. Cupping her still pink ass cheeks in His hands He reached between her legs and slowly started to pull those nasty pants and red beads from her tender bum hole, “God, are you always so full of shit and bad manners in the morning?”
“Not always,” she said as she slipped her feet to the floor and rocked her hips back into His hand, “Only when some nasty old Git tries to steal my strawberries,” and with that she deliberately poured her Mimosa over His head and tried to escape. She nearly succeeded but He grabbed an ankle and pulled her back to wrestle her over his knee. Sputtering orange juice He smacked her butt twelve times hard and roughly pulled her knickers and red beads out of her pink bottom. “You want strawberries,” He laughed, “I'll give you strawberries,” and He pushed the first one up her ass. As she felt the texture of the little seeds slipping past her tender asshole, Erin wiggled and moaned, and turned into His obedient little Slut Puppy – at least until He let his guard down and reached for another strawberry. With a shrill squeal she shifted back into brat mode, wriggled off His lap and ran to the bathroom laughing over her shoulder, "Don't start something you can't finish... Sir!”
She locked the door behind her and fell down laughing. Little did she know that in America all locks on hotel bathroom doors can be opened through a tiny hole from the outside with a short stick and after a brief moment of bratty triumph, she looked up at the open door to find Him standing over her with a bowlful of strawberries and the icy cold bottle of champagne. “i hope you brought some cream with those,” she said with a cheeky smile and then she jumped into the shower and tried to close the frosted glass door. He was way ahead of her on that move, and simply wedged the champagne against the frame, put the berries on the toilet seat and pulled the door open with His left hand. The giggling brat backed into tile wall beneath the showerhead where she found the polyethylene funnel hanging from its long flex spout. “Strawberries and cream,” He laughed, “Sorry, but we’ll have to make due with champagne.”
With that said He reached over her shoulder and picked up the funnel. In very short order she found herself cuffed wrists to ankles in His favorite position, tits down, bum up, and legs wide open. Floating somewhere between Brat and Puppy modes, she loved the feel of that fat berry up her ass and how it made her pussy drip, but when the hot lube on the spout of the funnel touched her tender hole, she felt compelled to protest, “You’re still a nasty mean old man!”
Jay laughed, leaned over her shoulder and whispered, “Let’s see… with the blindfold we can post this to the website, but without it you’ll have no way to deny that this shit gets you off. Here’s an idea, let’s do both.”
She felt the spout push into her ass, giggled and wiggled her hips flipping around from Brat to Puppy to Prude to Brat. “Pervert,” she pouted. “And don’t you just love it,” He countered, “In and out and in and out and in…”
Shifting into Puppy mode, she giggled at His reference to the Who’s Squeeze Box lyric:
“and... She goes in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out,
She's playing all night and the music's all right,
Mama's got a squeeze box… Daddy never sleeps at night!”
That silly music ran through her mind as He pumped the flex spout deeper in and out her hole and reduced the fat strawberry to a mushy pulp. This would certainly be a very different experience than when they first attempted to play with berries and cream during their chat and phone sex on the 16th of September. It was a comedy of errors with her crashing internet connection that concluded with they’re first giggly play over the phone. They abandoned the berries and cream but Puppy did have two very juicy orgasms in a bit less than an hour, so juicy that she had to change her sheets before she went to bed and reveled in hot wet dreams pinned around the sound of His low sexy voice repeated in and out and in and out. It would be a few more days before they managed to bring berries and cream back into their online play and her memories of that sensation played into her mind this morning; but real time was so much more.
“Feeling dirty lil gurl,” he asked as he pushed the spout deeper into her ass. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “Yes Sir and for all the wrong reasons.”
The foaming splash of ice-cold champagne in the funnel came as a sensual surprise which made her squeal, giggle and rock her hips. Jay Mac had improvised Puppy’s online introduction to enemas that ranged from her own piss diluted with warm water, to cold pee and ice cubes to their infamous berries and cream. Over two months she graduated from 10 or 12 ounces up to a bit more than a full quart. Her pink beads and various plugs provided adequate but not completed fulfilling substitutes for Jay’s cock and with each depraved session her orgasms grew more and more intense. At Jay’s suggestion and with His permission Puppy indulged in daily solo morning toy play and was shocked to discover how her recall of His wicked chat combined with her body’s sensory memory to invade that ritual. Beginning in the middle of September every night brought more and more wanton dreams and each morning revealed even more degenerate fantasies, which produced orgasms that reduced her to tears.
With the second splash of champagne into the funnel, she flashed back to their chat when she first confessed these depraved fantasies. Rolling her hips back into his hand as he pumped the flex spout in her ass, she felt that same little twist of embarrassment and humiliation:
Slut Puppy: A bit of confession Sir... This afternoon i had a lil shock in the bath...
Jay Mac: Did your batteries short out? Long pause... A very long pause... and she goes idle?
Slut Puppy: Damn, damn, damn! So sorry Sir was on the phone with my sister. She’s going crazy because her stupid boyfriend just dumped her! Soooo sorry but have to beg off our play and chat tonight... looks up at Sir with pleading Puppy eyes...
Jay Mac: And that was your lil shock?
Slut Puppy: Laughs out loud... No,no,no Sir I just got her call... mine is a much a bigger shock than silly sad sisters or batteries... anyway told ya, i hate the vibrations... just love feeling... well something inside me *blushes*
Jay Mac: What happened???
Slut Puppy: well i was playing with my clit and fantasizing You there with me... the usual fucking me, kissing me and playing with me. my mind basically took off running at that point and i was imagining you doing all sorts of really kinky things to me...
Jay Mac: And?
Slut Puppy: ...and to my complete shock and horror, i imagined You lifting me from the bath, laying me onto the towel on the floor, straddling my chest, pinning my arms down with Your knees, pushing your cock into my mouth... cumming and then i begged You to pee in my mouth... that's not very far from what we've been doing right? The strange shocking thing is, is that i was so turned on i came just thinking about it and really wanted to experience it badly in that moment!!!! That shocked the hell out of me... i wanted you kneeling above me, talking nasty and wanted to taste You... and it was the most intense orgasm i've had in so long...
Jay Mac: Sweet piss slut you are cummmming right along with those limits... soon you'll be in the shower rolled back on your shoulders and neck, with your legs spread wide pumping your berries and cream until you cum and piss all over yourself... laughs maniacally!!!
Slut Puppy: Stop it!! i'm really shocked... never thought that was my thing... i guess it's just You. i'm so attracted to Your deep open minded free spirited sexuality...It's sexy as hell and You are so ok with it...it is such a turn on
Jay Mac: No one ever knows what their thing is until they've actually tried it in real life... laughs again and asks, and how wet is your pussy, now?
Slut Puppy: sooo wet... it's not fair!!! but baby...have to rush of to my poor broken hearted sis!! Just needed to tell You that... strange huh? not sure what happened... haven’t really had time to think...all i know is that i came that hard You actually made me cry...
Jay Mac: We'll have to see if we can repeat that in Vegas... the image of you sobbing through an orgasm is so delicious...
Slut Puppy: *giggles* trust me it was soooo delicious...and i'm sure you will do just that xx
Jay Mac: Would you like an assignment? Laughs and smiles...
Slut Puppy: don't You dare!!!!!
Jay Mac: Well would you?? Your choice...
Slut Puppy: You are going to make me do something rude when i'm with my sis!! i just know it!
Jay Mac: She'll have no idea what's going on...
Slut Puppy: hahaha *laughs out loud* Damn my curiosity!!!! lay it on me!!!!!
Jay Mac: Wear your blue plug... silly slut! You'll be constantly reminded of your dirty gurl fantasies and what we'll be doing tomorrow... laughs... A veeeerrrry long pause... laughs again!!
Slut Puppy: hmmm maybe for a lil while!!! You are being cruel... i'll be so turned on and not able to do much about it!!! Anyhow sweetie, got to go... sorry can't play (extremely) but I will chat to you tomorrow... night night baby x
Jay Mac: That is the point of the constant reminder... wait until I start calling your cell phone when you're wearing it in your knickers... laughs again!!
Slut Puppy: Sirrrr!!!
Jay Mac: Go and console your sis! And think more dirty thoughts!!
Slut Puppy: Haven’t done much else since i met You...You MEAN man big hugs and kisses - nite babe
Another splash of champagne poured into the funnel and as Jay continued to pump the flex spout, the chilled fizz tickled her rectum and she squealed with delight. He laughed and filled the funnel with the last of bottle, “So what are you this morning - a Slut Puppy or a Dirty Gurl Piglet?”
Squealing and giggling she grinned, “I’m not sure right now Sir, which would You prefer?”
Setting the empty bottle down he picked up a strawberry and offered it to her, “We have a couple of hours until we meet the girls for lunch, so why not do both?”
With a snuffle and a snort she took a bite out of the berry, and considering the persona of a Dirty Gurl Piglet – squeals, snuffles, snorts, and a bit of the giggling brat – she fell in love with the idea, wriggled her butt, giggled and smacked her lips, “What do Dirty Gurl Piglets have for breakfast?”
“Slushy berry slops,” replied Jay as he pulled the spout out and pushed the rest of the strawberry into her nasty hole. “Mmmmm and what is the recipe for slushy berry slops,” she asked, to which he answered, “Eight to ten berries, a bit of chilled bubbly, briskly stirred in a Piglet’s pretty pink bum hole with a hard dick and a squirt of cum and the option of some warm Dirty Gurl piss.”
Looking up into the lens of His camera, Piglet giggled, snorted, and said, “You’re a mean man! You know I have to pee so that’s hardly an option.”
They both laughed and as he slipped her blindfold over her pretty green eyes, he kissed her neck and whispered, “This is definitely going up on the website!”
A tingle ran down her spine, over her ass and wet pussy to her clit. What began as a teasing joke two months ago was now evolving into a very real contemplation of her last limits. Her verbalized consent was prerequisite before he would ever put anything up on the internet, but with the chat and stories, he’d posted to the BDSM Library the thought of seeing their play on video on a website was a nasty imagined thrill that made her pussy drip! When he rubbed another fat strawberry over her labia, her arousal was self-evident and when he pushed that fat berry into her ass she squealed and hissed, “Yesss, Ssssirrr.”
With a slow twist and a gentle push he tickled her tight asshole and chuckled, “Yes Sir, what?”
“Yessss Sir,” she repeated, “This Dirty Gurl Piglet would love to see her nasty movies up on the Wicked Killer Bunny website.”
Taken completely aback, Jay laughed out loud, coughed, and in a hoarse voice sang out, “Hallelujahhh! Hallelujah, praise the gods, Hallelujah! This slut has completely blown away her every inhibition and gone no limits!”
Kisses, giggles, and laughter followed and after he set up her camera on the tripod to make sure that he had plenty of video for full coverage, he pushed six more fat berries and his cock up her pretty butt. Her bum was quickly spanked to a bright pink and their celebratory ass fucking was completely documented right through to her squealing orgasm, and floods of cum and piss. Releasing her cuffed wrists from her ankles and lifting her hips from his dick, Jay gently guided her onto her hands and knees and placed the clear acrylic bowl beneath her dripping cunt. An inch of yellow piss sloshed around the bottom and with his left hand under her chin, Jay lifted her up so that she rocked back with her freshly spanked bottom on her heels. Framing her face as she opened her mouth and sucked his cock, he leaned over her head and shoulders and focused the camera on her hips, “Come on Little Piglet,” he said, “Spank that wet pussy and cum again. Let’s see that slushy berry ass slop.”
With his dick filling her mouth and throat, she gagged, spanked her tender clit and labia, and in less than a minute brought herself to the edge of another orgasm. A short squirt of pink slush splashed into the bowl, and Jay shifted position, pulling his cock away from her lips, “Beg for it Dirty Gurl.”
Gasping for breath she shuddered and complied, “Please sir, please may this Dirty Gurl Pig have your permission to cum and dump her nasty berry ass slop into her piss bowl.”
“Go for it Gurl! Get down and dirty,” he laughed and in little more than ten seconds her ass and thighs trembled around the fingers she buried in her wet cunt and an intermittent spray of pink slush poured into the piss bowl along with bits and pieces of smashed strawberries. He captured every second with his camera and when she finally shuddered into the last spasm of her orgasm, he said, “Spread those pretty pink cheeks and show me the last bit.”
“Yesss Sir,” she sobbed as she reached back with both hands and exposed her dripping pink hole. One last squirt and dribble of pink enema splashed and dripped into the bowl and the Dirty Gurl Piglet begged for mercy, “Please Sir, no more… please don’t make me…”
Jay toyed with the idea of demanding that she complete that sentence, but he was so surprised and proud of how she’d pushed beyond her visual limits that he decided not to push her verbal limit. “No, no, no that’s way out there,” he said, “and I would never ask you to do anything that extreme. That limit is all yours Dirty Gurl.”
Releasing her grip, Piglet placed her hands on the floor, shuddered one last time, wiggled her pink butt, and smiled, “Thank you Sir.”
She giggled and raised her hips from her heels as he reached out to tease her wet labia. “Up Dirty Gurl,” he said, “Time for slushy berry slops.”
Up on her knees still wearing her blindfold, Piglet moaned as his fingertips slipped over her wet pussy and then giggled when she felt Jay guide the cool glass of the champagne bottle between her bum cheeks. The smooth lip of the bottle slipped easily into her tight little hole and without thinking she lowered her hips taking as much of the tapered neck into her ass as she could manage. “Excellent,” he said, “Get down Dirty Gurl. Fuck that nasty thing.”
Scooping a champagne flute into the pink mix of wine, berries, and pee, Jay presented it to his Piglet. Without hesitation she took the half filled glass into her hands and pressed her lips to the elegant rim. “Mmmmm,” she purred as she swallowed the first sip, “Very tasty.”
Standing over her, he framed her pretty face against her shoulders, tits, and pink ass as she emptied the glass into her open mouth and swallowed every drop of her piss and enema slop. “Nasty, nasty, nasty,” he said as he took the empty glass from her fingers, “Care for more?” Rotating her hips over the bottle, she giggled and answered, “Yes please.”
Setting the glass next to the bathroom sink, he said, “Lean back and open wide,” and tilted the bowl over her head. Arching her back and shoulders and placing her hands on the shower floor next to her thighs, and giggled as pink slush filled her mouth, splashed over her face and ran down her chin, neck and tits. As the last bits of crushed berries dripped from the bowl, she closed her lips and swallowed; then choking with laughter she tried to spray the camera lens. When he saw her bulging cheeks Jay anticipated her move, quickly moved the camera out of range, and reached over her back to smack her butt, “What’s this – a silly Piglet Brat Gurl spitting sticky pink slop?”
Wriggling her hips she blew him a raspberry, snorted and giggled, “Twenty-five more please!”
He laughed out loud. At last count, by the time she stepped off the plane in Vegas, Dirty Gurl owed him somewhere around twenty-eight hundred strokes from their online play and now the Piglet Brat wanted twenty-five more. Pulling his belt from his shorts he said, “All right talk dirty to me. Beg for it. Fuck that bottle, spank your clit, and count and beg for each one harder than the last.”
She squealed as his belt bounced off her bum, “Eeeeeow, one, thank you Sir! Please whip this sticky lil Piggie’s nasty ass! Fuck my face! Piss on me!”
The second swat produced another longer squeal and left a bright red stripe on her left butt cheek, “Two Sir, thank you!! Harder please! Harder, faster, whip my butt and make me cummm!”
In a little more than ninety seconds Jay’s belt turned her bouncing bottom from a sweet tint of hot pink to the blazing swollen red of an over ripe tomato. With her legs wide open her hand and fingers slapped her slick clit and dripping pussy with a staccato tempo as she rocked her ass onto the wide green glass tapered neck of the champagne bottle. Breathless gasping she begged, “Twenty, please Sir may i cum?”
“Five more,” he replied, “Each harder than the last, count, and beg.”
The sharp crack of his belt echoed through the bathroom and the Dirty Gurl Piglet squealed, “One Sir, please i’m soooo wet. Please may i cum?”
“Four more and you know you can do better than that… talk dirty to me nasty gurl,” he demanded. She spanked her clit, rocked her hips onto the bottle, and presented her red bottom for the next blistering stroke, “Four Sir, please, please, please whip this lil Piggy! Piss on my face and make me cumm!”
The next two strokes came quickly, forehand and back: crack, crack and she hissed, “Ssssooo wet Ssssir, pleassse, please piss on me and whip my ass so i can cummm!”
With her thighs trembling and her mouth wide open the staccato slap of her fingers on her clit shifted into a Prestissimo tempo and Jay waited for a full ten seconds before he bounced the final resounding stroke off her swollen ass. To her credit she didn’t cum but rose to her knees and begged, “Please Sir may I cumm?”
He waited until the first spray of his pee splashed over her face before her granted her permission, and for the next thirty seconds he filled her open mouth to overflowing and pissed over her face and hair as she shuddered and sobbed in the thrall of her orgasm. Lifting the blindfold from her eyes he smiled and asked, “And how is my pretty little Piglet… all sticky wet and nasty happy?”
Looking up at his camera, she wiped tears from her eyes, grinned, and giggled, “Yes Sir, thank you Sir, you made me cum so hard I cried.”
He held out a fat strawberry and she began to laugh out loud, and with that he shut off the cameras, slipped out of his shorts and turned on the shower. After a long slow steamy shower, he gently towel dried her hair and applied cool lotion to her red swollen pussy and bottom which had her giggling, moaning and wet within seconds. She squealed once more when he pushed the last fat strawberry up her ass and moaned when he followed up with her favorite blue butt plug. When she reached between his legs to grab at his dick, he gave her tender bum a quick smack and said, “Get dressed you silly slut, if we don’t get down to the lobby pretty quick, the girls will be knocking on the door.”
“You’re a mean old man,” she pouted, “I’ll be blushing all through lunch.”
“Only because you’re a bratty slut with a wet pussy,” he countered, “Now get dressed, and call your sister!”
She blew him a great raspberry, giggled and scampered off to pick out her wardrobe, but not before he managed to deliver another smack to her bouncy bottom.
And in Part 4 Puppy and Jay meet the girls for a late lunch and go shopping – what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas...
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