I don't know. I've got a little money. Not much though." Nah, I don't want your money. Hey, I'll tell you what. Let's play each of the games in order,...starting here by the stairs. Whoever loses has to take off some piece of clothing, kind of like strip poker. Interested?" Uh ... sure, Mrs. Jenkins. If that's what you want ..." Look, Davy." There she was with that name again. I never let anyone call me Davy. I hated it. Except when it came from her mouth, it sounded so ... intimate! "If you. I felt myself squirm in my seat, my pussy wet looking at the scene playing out in my head.I put my hands under the table and tucked one between my legs, over my dress but I could still press against my mound and put pressure on my clit, enjoying the sensation as I felt this unknown man (with an enormous cock – well if you’re daydreaming, why not!) Without warning I heard myself gasp with pleasure.I quickly came back to reality and half opened one eye looking around to see if anyone had head me.. Everything he said was about fixingme, like I had a broke leg.Dad asked, who else knows about this. I had gone from scared to upset tomad and now I was pissed. I said no one knows. Dad said did you talk toyour brothers about it and I said no. Dad said I am very very disappointedin you Mattie. You are grounded. No tv, no video games. You go to schooland you come home and go to your room. I just nodded. You are forbiddenfrom saying anything about this to anyone, you understand me. I nod. Hesays. “ she ordered. I obliged. I crawled over to the full length mirror. Emily had placed a leash and collar on me. I stared at the pathetic grey bearded bald man looking back at me being humiliated.“ What are you gonna do? I’m sorry, please don’t tell- ““ Me? “ I looked up and saw my wife Karen coming down the stairs in a robe.“ Don’t tell your wife what kind of disgusting piece of shit you are? “ she said handing Emily a whip. She sat down in our recliner and opened her legs showing her huge clit.