The details of the bet were vague in my memory, but me losing meant I had to wear a gstring thong to work for a month, and not the kind designed for g...ys, the kind designed for girls. The thought of wearing it out to the address today made me get a bit hard. I let out a loud moan as I walked to my draw and reached around for the leopard print gstring and discovered several other panties, thongs and lingerie. I guess each was a lost bet. I was trying to decide on which to wear, when a lacy pink. We were too slow but so filled with ecstasy. Then without a reason we stopped but that wasn’t the end, we just changed the plan, Buddy stood up, I creamed my cock again, Buddy turned 180 now we are facing each other. There were some towels hanging from the towel hanger nearby me, I stretched my arm and picked them, I lay on the floor, put a towel under my head and another under my hip, again without saying anything, Buddy sat on his knees, grasped my cock with his fist, pointed it towards his. "Chester shrugged. "It's my job." His eyes narrowed. "You're not supposed to be here."The girl looked cross. "You said you were a documentary filmmaker!" She didn't stumble over the words, but somehow they seemed too big for her anyway."Just get dressed, Jovie," he snapped. To Em: "You're supposed to be at the company Christmas party."That seemed ages ago now. Alex took a protective half-step in front of Em. "Her grandmother sent us. Didn't she call you?"Chester had by now managed to get. It didn't matter what they thought, she was nothing but a dirty slut whore and they were all there to fuck her. She felt a drip slide down from her pussy to her ass and wanted desperately to wipe the moisture away from their eyes. She didn't want them to know how much she wanted this. She wondered how many people were in the room? How many men, how many women? If there were too many would she be able to endure it all. Yes, she would because Daddy wanted her to, and nothing made her happier than.