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“and I will be getting that spunk in my cunt before long.” With a wink and a kiss she was gone. As I laid in bed, images of my many ladies parading naked through my head, I wondered again what had happened to make my life so different. I guess it was one of those rhetorical questions that I would never fully answer. But huge I fell asleep thinking that it was a wonderful question to have. A week later I was sat in a small room at the Ritz London. It was 11am, I was feeling fully refreshed from a night spent in possibly the most comfortable bed ever created by man. Another boring week had preceded the previous night, no more booty calls and little more than a few messages off my ladies. Rachael couldn’t make it here last night, neither could Tiff, neither one could get the time off work. Even Chantelle and Bethany were taking the bus down later this afternoon and infuriatingly, I still hadn’t heard off Jess. I had almost expected company from the moment I had learnt about the complimentary suite, but it had never materialised, even the complimentary limo to the hotel from home was spent alone. Either way, right now I was still sat in a small room. In front of me was a medium sized wooden table and on the other side of that were two men. They had introduced themselves as Michael and Steven - no surnames – and they were about to conduct an interview on behalf of pov Card player magazine. “… of course, none of what we discuss in this interview will be released to the tits public until after the competition has finished.” Steven – the chatty one - was saying, I already knew this from the contracts I had to sign before the interview. “So, what we’d like is an informal chat about how you do what you do and how it feels being the favourite.” Normally, this would have been a perfectly normal and reasonable thing for a journalist from one of the most respected gambling publications in the country to ask. Except this guy was full of shit. “I can’t see any problems with that” I played along. I had spotted the lie sexy almost as soon as they had started talking, neither one of these men had the first clue about poker and kept referring to the Royal flush I’d had in one of the previous games. A Royal flush is the best known and highest hand in the game, I had never been lucky enough to hold one… ever. What really made it obvious though is that Steven kept shifting his eyes, up and to the left – accessing the part of the brain responsible for creative thinking, also used for lying. If they were going up and to the right, - the part of the brain responsible for memory – I wouldn’t have thought anymore about it, but this guy was a truly awful liar. The next clue had come when they had sperm mentioned hearing about the paper I had written in college. I had called it ‘the fallible art of lying, interrogation techniques for law enforcement.’ – a title they had quoted word-for-word - It had been picked up by the legal community very quickly and as such, it had been removed from the public domain, any search for it now would come back empty – unless you were in law enforcement. “So, what can you tell me about the way you seem to be able to read people” Steven asked, another clue… neither I, nor anybody else had ever said a word to anyone involved in the tournament about being able to read people. “I’m not sure really,” I lied, shifting in my seat to look more engaged with the conversation than I actually was. “I guess I just have an eye for detail, I notice things that most people don’t normally see.” “And how does that translate into playing poker?” Steven asked, the stupidity of the question baffling me for a few seconds. “its like any card game…” I answered after a short pause, “If you can find their capacity to flux, and catch them on the fly, then you can net yourself the pot.” The answer was nonsense. 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She expertly opened his pants slide her hand inside and found his erect cock. “Did she?” While it’s still attached.” I’ve seen it in your eyes especially!” I barely remember. We danced and sang and the party was in full swing. And from everyone on her contact pov list she mistakenly sent it to her moms sisters husband Amy's uncle! Her head was in a black bag, but some light leaked from around her neck. The last time I touched her thigh higher up she said this is making her wet again and she needed to go in and change her panties. He never remembered his dick looking so big ever.