There's a cosh on the bed. He can see it, he can get to it.Then, I say: "Pick it up or drop 'em."Do I have to spell it out? Pick up the cosh and fight.... You might win,in which case you are accepted as one of us. Cock of the walk. Quiteliterally. You're the one who calls the shots. But if you're thinkingof the consequences, of going for the cosh and not getting there, orstarting a fight and not winning it, then you're better off not pickingit up in the first place. Drop your trousers and accept. But before you leave this table, toss a coin for it and lets play tomorrow, the winner can experience the anticipation I did before last weekend,” she noted the effect the word ‘winner’ had, she laughed and explained that, isn’t it obvious? “the winner only has to anticipate his or her fate for 24 hours…but the loser has a whole week till next Saturday…” then chuckling she reached for a coin. Tina called “heads… “Gran tossed the coin which flipped and twisted in the evening light twirling,. Meanwhile, ‘John’(the other half of this couple) was dancing with my wife. They were kissingand fondling each other pretty intensely. I on the other hand was having‘Jane’ stroke my cock through my pants. Several times, she tried to unzipmy pants, but she couldn’t do it. In fairness, neither could my wife whenshe tried later in the evening. While she was doing that, I was fondlingher big breasts and fingering her wet cunt. It was a very exciting scene tobe sure. We. Sue, and late Frances, both expressed their disapproval in nouncertain terms. Frances, when asked to stay for dinner, refused unless Ichanged - so I gave in.As I was lacing my corset Frances knocked, and coming in said she wouldhelp. I cheerfully agreed for it was always a struggle to lace myself tightenough. She soon had me pulled in. As I put on my petticoat and the blackand white silk suit, she took up the wig and combed it out.When I sat down in front of her she had to comb my hair.