I asked him how I will play now, since I have no clothing left. The answer: “If you loose again, then you have to kiss him anywhere he wants to. Or ...make another deal with him.”.I got another man to play with and by then our table was surrounded by other men. Every time I stretched to play a ball, I felt their eyes aiming at my pussy.I was little conscious of my pubic hair. But the men seemed to like my haired crotch.I lost the game and tried to kiss the man on his cheek. He smiled and backed. You reach a hand out to cup her breast, run your thumb teasingly over a nipple, bend your head to flick at it with your tongue. You slide your thumbs through the loops of her shorts, use them to tug the denim tight against her, smiling at the hiss she releases in reaction.You do it again, feel her grind against the friction. “More,” she pants, popping the button on her shorts, grabbing your hand and trying to guide it to the aching throb begging for relief. She gives an almost sob of. " He just laughed, asking, "How my hot cum taste, licker?" I survived," I said. It had tasted sweet, not all that bad, but I didn’t tell him that. I was thinking about getting out of the room, wondering if the guards would let me out if I told them he made me suck his cock?Naked on his bed he asked, "How often you jerkoff?"I looked down at him, his naked body shiny black with his flaccid prick lulled to one side and I answered, "Once in a while." I hoped that he would leave me a lone now.But he. On each of the posts were handcuffs and a whip stood propped up near the bed. There was a small table near the bed with an assortment of dildos ranging from small to huge. She swallowed hard as she looked around the room, trying to take it all in."Strip," he demanded."What?" she asked, slightly confused."Don't question me you little cunt. Now get out of those clothes!" His voice was cold and authoritative.Amie shook slightly as she removed her clothes. Brian took them from her and threw them.