She must like him but the looks. She shoots and misses. He smiles are her and I call her over."Where are your panties and bra?" I ask. "I lost them" s...he said. "how did you lose them" I asked. "On the second game we made a bet. If I won he would show her his abs outside, if he won I would take my bra off to play the next game". "Ok" I said,"But where are your panties?". "We made another bet on the last game. If he wins I give him my panties, and if I win he shows me those abs and I can put my. He didn’t know that Ali was currently chained to the bed in his dungeon or that he had been raped by his four male slaves while the female slave had committed other indignities to his body, his castration being the least of them. The property had already been signed over to them and his money, minus the Mercenaries share, had been transferred into the joint accounts for the house.Once the ex-slaves had exhausted their frenzy of revenge, Ali was destined to live in the dungeon alone and poorly. It was a heavenly kiss, full of admiration and understanding. I was a nerd no more and Darren knew it. I felt Darren's hand brush my bottom and my clitty was in serious distress. I didn't want to embarrass myself with a big cummy stain. Darren understood and walked me over to Chrissie and Barney, who were also in a kissy clinch. Oh, my!The lads summoned the limo and somehow Chrissie and I managed to make it to the hotel without messing our panties. We eagerly invited the lads to our rooms for. .. We need to christen this bike. You help us christen this bike and we'll let you walk away with an 'O' of this stuff right here." The bearded man motioned to the other men to close the garage door and toss Christine an ounce of some of California's finest chronic. Christine unzipped the baggie, smelled the herb and asked, "What do I have to do? Like, for this christening." "Nothing much... You just wiggle out of those little shorts and hop on the back of my new ride while I turn it on for.