It became the loser’s task to equal the winner’s toke total. I won the first series and lost the second.Exhibits G: Seraina and my lady love shuff...ing a deck of cards and suggesting we relax by playing a round of strip poker.Then the record fades to gray, too fuzzy to read or remember. I wonder, did I have a good time?Hangovers are major impediments to thoughtful contemplation. A hangover is also a significant impediment to meditation. Instead of contemplating my navel, I stared at the ceramic. Oh, but I wanted her. She tried to make conversations with me – we’ve always gotten along well – but all I could concentrate on were those tits of hers. They were mammoth and amazing. I wanted to see them. Bad. I had to excuse myself anyway when my erection became too painful. I actually almost blew my load inside my sweatpants when Gwen leaned over the table to reach for the salt. Shit, her tits ended near her bellybutton. Why did that make me want to grab them? I went to the bathroom and. At the same time, Kat stretched and rubbed her bottom against his groin. Charles inhaled sharply as she rubbed against his obvious erection."Katrina! Stop that!" he pleaded as she settled back down and wiggled closer to him."Hmmm... you smell so good. And you're nice and warm." Her voice was drowsy."Please, sweetheart." His chest was tight as need pounded in his veins.Kat finally opened her eyes when she heard the men that came running up to them. She looked around and couldn't believe her. As they drove back to the Palace, the Emir said, "I was intrigued in the brothel by the girl who was so rude." Master, it was you yourself who decreed she should not be punished," Kamal Qumsiyeh reminded him."Oh, yes, I know. It wasn't that. Can you have her brought to the Golden Palace later today, dressed exactly as she was, in that rather dirty gown?" As the Master wishes," said the Head of Protocol, looking worried."No, no," said the Emir, "I don't want her there for me, or permanently. She.