She played much better defense than offense, but the outcome felt inevitable. I had a pretty good feel for her style of play.“Let’s make it intere...sting,” Becky said, not looking at my face.“How so?”She looked up with a grin, “Something we do at college, a variant called ‘Strip Chess’ ”“What?” I was surprised, but not shocked. I’d heard of strip poker and a couple of other games with ‘strip’ dropped in front of them. Often by a guy who thought it was an easy way to see naked girls. I think if. It was my job to take up her supper at night. We became close friends as she was bed ridden with her back injury. Mom sometimes went over to a girl friends house to play cards. On one such occasion I was upstairs in my aunts room watching TV with her. She was only covered with a sheet and her ankles were sticking out. I sat on the end of the bed as usual so as to be close to her pretty feet. She never mentioned me staring at them before but I know she must have seen me do it. I'd sometimes. With her slick juices now dampening the lashes...my grip pulling her hair back roughly so she now looks up at the ceiling. ..I tell her..."You must learn to be obedient to me...to be a good slavegirl for me..." I bite into Megan's neck, teeth marks showing...as my hand returns to her hot cunt...her pussy rubbing harder now...then...*whack*...again...again...again...up under her legs she feels the lashes...jolting her entire pussy up into the air...it seems...as my strokes are brutal...meant to. I let them know that all holes were open for action, and I hoped that they were ready because I really needed cock today. I asked them if we could use the tree trunk for me to lay across so that my arms and legs don’t get to tired. They all liked that idea, and I looked at the tree truck and it already had my old cum crusted blanket laying over it, 2 of the guys took my hands and escorted me to the tree, and helped me lay down on my stomach across it – this leaves my ass and pussy free on.