“Your panties are soaked, aren’t they?” I challenge as I walk to the table and set up our game. The rules are hers, and I merely obey them, letting the game go as far as she’s willing to take it. Once again, I’m right. She’s almost naked in so few shots, I almost feel sorry for her. The second her pants come off, the crowd huddles around the table. I’m not willing to share her with all of them. They plan to stand on the sidelines, ogling her in her tiny thong. I may not want to make her mine, but I draw the line at displaying her for my friends. Right before she unsnaps her bra, I gather her
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