No fucking, no blow jobs, no hand jobs." Kelle slowly nodded her assent. "Oh, and you have to dress the part. You've got to slut yourself up and fit i...n." Kelle just sat there stunned. She was well and truly fucked. However, to get along and to get in, you had to go along with it. Reluctantly she nodded her head. The bet was on! On Thursday night, Kelle started to get ready to pay off the bet. She had a lot of suggestions on clothing. First were the panties. The guys want her to either wear a. He was flying me! It took only a couple of minutes before I was spurting, and then my knees gave out and I collapsed flat on my stomach with him still deep inside me. We fell asleep in that position."So, where do we go from here, Dan?"We were having breakfast. Elise could have taken a few lessons from him on the art of scrambling eggs. Maybe about single-minded devotion to fucking, too."You made a favorable impression on my wife, you know."Wife? Elise had told him about me? Where was this. “Didn’t know a white girl could have an ass like that, it should be illegal.”I stifled a laugh, even though I knew they wouldn’t hear me if I laughed out loud. They stopped talking as I heard someone approaching. “Hey Leon,” one of the men said.“What’s up?” a new voice said as it got closer.“You seen your new neighbor?” one of the men asked.“Nah, pulled a double today,” the new voice said. “Tired as fuck. Got to go back in a few hours.”“I hear ya,” one of the others said. “Got to make that. I threw a bathrobe over all of it and got back out just as he came back in the door."Set the bag down there, Charlie, and come over here."He dropped the bag and joined me by the bar as I moved the chairs out of the way so we could stand and look into the kitchen. I looked up into his eyes."Don't resist. Don't talk. Just do as I tell you. Place your hands on the bar with your fingertips at the far edge."I tried to make it seem like he would be sorry if he disobeyed me and very glad if he did. He.