She'd shared his most closely guarded secret. She'd shared her possession with someone. He could barely think over the sound of his heart pounding and... the buzzing in his head. But his aching cock trying to stiffen in its cage betrayed to himself how he really felt."Now, slut," Miss Vicki continued, "you are going to be a good little girl for our guest, and make me proud. Aren't you?"He nodded, and felt his face redden with shame as he felt the toy cock locked to his face shake."Good girl." Then. Then, “Oh, great, now I’m talking to myself.”I should at least have the good sense not to have these little conversations out loud, I admonished myself with a mental chuckle.As I looked at myself in the mirror, I struck a few bodybuilder poses. Then I realized something. When I did have to start actually sharing my room, I’d have to stop sleeping in the nude. I didn’t have any problems if my roommate wanted to sleep in the nude—then I would too—but that wasn’t a conversation either of us were. "OHH, I didn't see you come in, you startled me!" I saw you come in, I have been watching you. What were you thinking when you were looking at the stage with that big grin?" Ahem." Blushing, I clear my throat. "I was just noting that you like to use the stocks a lot is all." Why would that make you grin?" you say trying to hide your amusement at the question. "I was thinking about something else when I grinned, it didn't mean anything like that." I'm saying anything in hopes you will leave the. And she looked fantastic. And I had an idea for how to make this even more fun.“Sethy, let’s make another side bet. Whoever wins three games first gets to tell the loser to take off one piece of clothing. What do you think?”“Rod! Are you crazy? This is a public tennis court and it’s 10 in the morning. The other court is empty now but someone else could come at any time! And the road and the sidewalk are only 20 meters away.”“Yes, dear, that’s what makes it even more fun. Are you chicken?”I set.