As he moved forward and back it was as if he were pumping more and more blood into his own penis. His breath quickened.“Wait,” said Rachel. “Can... you pause a minute?” She raised a camera to her eye and tripped a flash. “I’ll have this enlarged and hang it over the fireplace.” Connor experienced an erotic thrill at the prospect of his humiliation being displayed at Rachel’s whim to who knew how many people.“Now, Connor, don’t come before Eric is done. OK. Resume.”They did, with Eric taking over. Just the six of us, no girlfriend allowed. We drank beer,ate pizza and stayed up doing generally lad things. By eleven we were allpretty drunk and getting quite boisterous."Hey" said Dylan casually. "Anybody up for a game?" What's that then?" said Veon."Strip poker," said Dylan, raising an eyebrow.This idea was greeted around the table with a weird silence. We were alllooking at each other, trying to see who'd be the first one to turn itdown. Nobody wanted to bottle out. We were all. "You had a little ice cream still, in the corner..." Flashing a brilliant white smile, she climbs out the door and waves goodbye, napkin in hand. That was sort of odd, he thinks as he watches her bounce up the front steps, but also curiously arousing. God, he is such a horndog! Driving home, his heart is racing. Man, she is so fucking hot! He can't remember ever having any girl with even remotely as nice a body actually wanting to talk to him, let alone describing her damn bra size in intricate. Colors looked brighter and sounds seemed clearer, with Daddys enchanting aftershave smelling so fragrant it could almost be tasted, too. Gina also believed she could feel the softness of her bedsheets and the tightness of the ropes all the way to her bones. The feverish rhythm between her open thighs soon became maddening, led by the fact that Daddy had made his little girl a total captive. After duct-taping Ginas mouth and ripping open the costume to bare her body, Daddy lay alongside his.