With each passing second I grew bolder using more fingers to stroke her. At the same time her hand brushed more and more of my cock which felt like i... would blow anytime now. Then in one motion I grabbed her breast and rubbed her nipple with my fore-finger and thumb as she grabbed hold of my cock, our eyes met and she pushed me back onto the sofa then sat on my crotch. She closed her eyes and began to slowly gyrate on me causing a small moan to pass her lips and even through my jeans I could. The third round made my wife fully in the game when Shakeel won. He saw my sexy cunning eyes. I knew if this idiot will win he will make my wife nude but how stillI was not sure. My wife said “no no I am not playing I don’t like the game”. She tried to get up but Shakeel put his hands on her shoulders and made her sit and said “Bhabhi sach batao kaya aapko maja nahi aa raha hai. My wife covered her face with her both palms and shaking her head no. Shakeel sat on carpet near front of her.Still. He handed me one of the glasses and settled himself into one of the chairs across from me. We sipped at the same time. Definitely a better bourbon than I afford myself, I thought. Then, I flushed. And, it wasn’t the whiskey. For the past five months I have spent my days naked or essentially so among a group of people, all the men being dressed. Sitting across from him, legs crossed, an arm crossed over my body under my breasts, I am feeling exposed as if it were the first time. Was it. Is that clear?" Yes, sir." Then go take your fucking panties off, slut!," Mark growled."I'm sorry sir but I can't do that." Why?" Because I didn't wear any today, sir" I said as I smiled up at him.Mark quickly asked for the check, paid it and we left in his car. Mark acted normally, discussing life, as he drove. He clearly had a destination in mind but he never mentioned it. It was clear that he was using these pictures to blackmail me into being his sex-toy, his slut, to be whatever he wanted..