It’s time to finish her, I put all my energy into pounding her one last time as hard as I can. We make a wet slapping noise as our bodies smack agai...nst each other. The bed is rocking with us I can hear my heart thumping, just a few more seconds, then a few more. I can tell she’s about to cum again only this time I feel her body relax around my shaft as hot liquid flows around it and onto my groin, even my thighs feel wet as she looses control and squirts all over me, soaking the bedsheets with. The winner would basically get nothing except for theprivilege of competing again in the next round. The loser would getpaddled, whipped or spanked for losing, and then again for every game thatwas played thereafter, meaning that if you lost the first bracket you couldbe sure of a blazing red ass by the time the final game was played. Other games involved races of a sort. Two large black dildos wouldbe suction cupped to the floor and to slaves would be made to squat overthem, racing to see. ’ Greg looked immediately suspicious, as if he sensed this was going to be tough. ‘What do you want to know? I do have to get back to Jay.’ Sasha walked over to the table in the kitchenette. ‘Not right now. You have to come and sit with me.’ Greg moved toward the table, casting a nervous glance toward the door. ‘Ok, for a little while. I do need to get back to Jay.’ Sasha started eating her cereal. ‘What did you do about Jay’s room? I saw it Greg. Everything in there was trashed.’ ‘Jay went. ”Jessica smiled and said, “I don’t know if you’ve ever had someone shampoo your hair. It can be very relaxing. Once she was done with my hair she started soaping up my body. She was very gentle. It was very sensuous. I hated it. Or at least I hated it that I was starting to really enjoy myself.”Jessica glanced over at Judy, smiled and said, “A lot!”Then she continued with her narrative. “After she used the shower massager to rinse me off she asked me to do the same for her. I shampooed her.