I didn't mind the rules, and certainly never broke them, because it relieved and eliminated the possibility that any of my dates would find an opportu...nity to become sexually aggressive. It was not until my Senior Prom that I allowed a boy to even touch my breasts, and I didn't do it willingly then. Had I been wearing anything other than a strapless formal gown, it probably couldn't have happened, but with the firmness of the bodice of the dress and the awkwardness of shifting my position in a. I knew many of the guests from my own business dealings. These men and women were serious players with serious money. Non players sipped champagne or martinis and socialized quietly while watching the action. The pots tended to be big, and the stakes were fairly high. We played for several hours. It was give and take as the players sized each other up. My pile of chips mostly grew during this time. Most of the people at the table were serious players that I was well acquainted with. But a new. She put the suction cups on her nipples to prolong them even further. They were well over one inch but she knew her Master would never stop having her stretching them more. Also she put clamps on her cunt lips and put weights on them to stretch them further. She hoped maybe one day they’d become so long they’d dangle between her thighs. A last suction cup went over her clit, to prolong it and to keep Susan horny. Then she turned one her computer and waited for her Master to come online.A long. She found her newly restored mom making pancakes in a t-shirt that failed to cover her perfect dancer’s ass. Modesty indeed was one of casualties of the pact.“Eat fast. Dennie will be here in less than an hour,” Judith said over her shoulder.“No problem. Nothing builds an appetite like orgasms – or so I’ve been told,” she grinned at her mother as she poured a generous amount of syrup on her stack. Her mother laughed as she sat at the table with an equally large stack of flapjacks. She added.