And it has no bearing on your living status here. Other than knowing that you'll be admitting the Cowgirls will lose. But if you win the bet, Peggy wi...l be your sex slave for the evening. You can do to her whatever you wish. She's already agreed to this. If I win the bet, you'll have to be my sex slave for the night. Which somewhere along the line will involve Peggy anyway, so it's really a win win for you. And don't worry, you don't have fret over Marcus plowing you up your rear." My head is. ”It took a few moments’ thought for Jack to connect the dots, but the expression on his face slowly began to change. There was no doubt in his mind exactly what it was that Carla wanted in exchange for the password.“Well?” Carla asked, her arms again crossed as she waited for his response.Ten long seconds passed, then thirty, as Jack considered his options and what he had to lose. Finally, as the second hand on the wall clock completed three fourths of its journey around the dial, Carla. Emily led us around into one of the small rooms. There was a bed in the room and a couple of floor lamps. There was a roughed in place where a bathroom could go eventually, but it was as yet still unfinished. There was a makeshift shower head pointing down at a floor drain. Lying on the bed, bound to the four corners was Bob. He was naked and sporting a hard-on. Cindy giggled.“He came back and said he wanted to work something out, so we are working it out. You see, I was always the dominate one. Made to...” I trail off, my gaze trailing away as she jerks me back to attention, “Made ta what, Cucky?” I grunt, then finish, “Made to lick you clean! I want to be teased a-an-and used like... like how the Joker uses you...” I'm thrown back suddenly, back onto the couch. Harley's face reflects the sweet release of control she'd been hindered by for the last few minutes. She's biting her lip as she undoes her jeans, kicking her high tops off. She can't seem to shove her pants down and off quick.