It wasn?t till later that she discovered the ?Wagering? room. She had loved it from the first moment, the risk of losing, even the joys of winning. ...When she won she usually tormented her opponent, forcing him to masturbate for her, or having him write her poetry or a story. Losing always was sexual torment of various kinds, the more creative the wager, the more excited Breanne became. Meeting Kyle in that chat room had been a stroke of luck, for his wagers were always creative and very. He adjusted his shorts in order to get a little more comfortable.“What’s the matter uncle, you getting a boner?”“I guess so, if that’s what you call it.”Yeah, you call it a boner or a hard on, or a woody. Haven’t you ever had one before?”“Yeah, every morning when I wake up I have one.”“And do you do anything about it?”“I try to make it go down so I can pee. Sometimes I slap it around or I do some calisthenics and make it get soft enough so that I can pee.”“Why don’t you just jack it. .i just wanted that big cock in me. Still concerned I wouldn't fit the big cock inside me i told the first guy to remove the condom so he could shoot his cum deep inside me to act as lube. Nothing really prepared me for the amount of cum he produced, i felt it blast inside my anus and fill me up. He was shuddering as his orgasm wracked through him and forced his cock deeper and deeper as he blasted cum inside my bowels. I loved it.His husband was laughing as i was moaning by being used in this. Nice to meet all of you."All three women gave me a quick hug. The woman in the black dress gave mea little longer hug. As she stepped away from the hug I noticed herlooking at my chest. I looked down to see if there was something wrongwith my dress."Is there something on my dress?" No, I was just checking out your girls."I was shocked at her bluntness. I had chosen to wear a VS push up brawith little chicklet inserts that helped to give me a little somethingand a little cleavage. That.