They quit or make critical errors at the worst time; they flinch.”“Any of us could put it all on the line,” challenged Amy.“Put what on the li...ne Amy?” I fired back. “None of you play competitive sports so you haven’t experienced the thrill and agony of winning and losing. You’re all well off with your three cars and nice clothes, so putting money on the line is probably not even stressful.“The real test of the gambler is whether he or she can risk the biggest pain or the highest stress in order. Now my back was completely bare and I could really enjoy my back rub. Nicky was quick to take the hint, and she wasn’t voicing or showing any signs of being uncomfortable, so I settled in for a relaxing rub. I pulled my hair under my neck so it wasn’t in the way. Nicky started at my neck just below the ear and gently ran her fingers down my neck across my shoulder, down my side to my hips then slide across the top of my butt to that point where the crack begins and ran her fingers lightly up. . by her inflexibility.”“Dear, are you alright?” Elizabeth asked, staring into Francis’ eyes. “You appear as though you have watched a loved one die.”“I might as well have. As a reminder not to disagree so forcefully, Her Majesty has ... stripped the Golden Hind from me.”“Can she do that?!”“She is my queen, and my benefactor. It is her right. She will, of course, spare me the public shame, and state that my ship is to be moored at a place of honor in Deptford. Still, I have sailed on my beloved. "Do you want to go to bed or shall we make love down here?" asked Alan."Bed I think," said Gwen but she oohed and aahed a bit as she tried walking with a freshly spanked sore arse.Alan never got tired of following bare female buttocks up a set of stairs whether they were recently spanked buttocks or not.Once in Gwen's bedroom, they kissed with passion and Alan resisted the natural temptation to cup the woman's arse cheeks in view of the fact that they probably did not want to be cupped at this.