The men look at each other and then you, the money is quickly put in the center of the table. I don’t ante. I’m challenged, asked for my stake. ... I tell them you are my stake; I’m putting you in the pot. I tell them this last hand is not for the money, this hand is for who gets to be first. The winner does not get the money, he gets to be the first to fuck you, the money is yours. The simple fact that you will be paid four thousand dollars for tonight’s services excite you so much that you. It was not a joking question.“Come on,” he said, “I want to hear about the fantasy you were having.”I remained speechless. Just then granny walked back into the dining room and said, “Oh stop it George, can’t you see the boy is embarrassed.”I got up and walked to my room. I was confused, embarrassed and upset. I was confused because granddad never talked like that, ever. I was upset because I could not bring myself to answer him. I ran the question through my head a hundred times and a hundred. He leaned down, whispered in my ear, “good girl,” now your back matches your legs and thighs. It’s very pretty, the bruises, are intoxicating against your creamy skin tone. I nodded, as I felt his hands releasing the gag that I was bitting and sucking on, almost reluctant to let it go. Soon his throbbing cock was in front of me. I wanted it. I was nuzzling his boxer shorts, while he worked his hard cock out, it was deep in my throat before he was even certain it was out of his shorts. I. “That?” she pointed downwards with the hand I was holding.“What?” I looked down, wondering what she was talking about.“That,” she pointed again, between my legs.“My dick?” I asked her, confused.“Yes,” she cringed as if embarrassed. “This is so hard and weird to talk about.”“I don’t understand,” I shrugged. “What about my dick?”“Well, have you…” she paused again so I nodded for her to continue, “Have you ever measured it?”I looked down at it, flaccid as it was because I was relaxed from the bath.