I watched my sister in similar situations, but her dress was not so loose as to present such a wonderous view. After two games, mom called a halt to p...oceedings and declared a hot chocolate break before we retired to bed.As she rose to make our night-cap, her folded legs, bereft of their circulation, failed her at a critical moment and she tumbled forward onto me, grasping for my shoulder and hopelessly missing, her hand landing squarely below my shoulder in my seated crotch. It must be an. Without her sight her hearing was more in tune with the area and she could hear him moving away again. Her body squirming slightly over the table her arms jerking trying to pull herself free. A heavy hand came crashing to her bared ass making her yelp, “And just where does my little whore think she is going hmm?” Swiftly he kicked her feet apart, she could feel more rope being tied to her ankles, and her feet being secured to the tables’ legs next to them forcing her to stay spread and bent. Depending of course on whether you are on my side or that of the turkey. ******* This morning there was a battle royale, a fight of sheer will power, and it was purely out of a desire to please and serve Master that I forced myself not only to endure the conflict but to triumph! At this stage I will take a moment to bask in the moment, to enjoy the memory of that sweet victory, the taste of triumph. I have basked enough. Now to relate the tale, and tale it indeed is, not fictional, believe me I. .... My man and I were sitting at a table with two other couples playing cards and goofing and chatting a little ornery stuff and the one woman friend says..."i give the best blow jobs" and I say oh yah... prove it, she grabs her husband by the arm and i stop her and say of course he would agree with you. I want you to prove it on my man. I know he will enjoy it and will also be honest. she said ok. so he unbuckles his jeans, scoots near the edge of his chair she lowers to her knees, gently.