"Fifty pounds, no, fifty guineas, by Jove!" exclaimed Higgins,warming to the idea."Fifty guineas, Higgins! That is a princely sum! Or should I say, ?a...rincessly sum!'" That is the wager. Do you accept?"The other paused. "How shall we decide upon the success or failureof our venture?" he asked.Higgins mused for a few moments, then, "I have it! By George, Lordand Lady Upton's annual ball! We are both invited. I shall bring ourprot?g?e along as my guest, and we shall see if she passes thescrutiny. We were like lost lovers, who had not seen each other for a long time. Our tongues were probing deep, and trying to capture each other. Moans came from deep within our throats. Our bodies entwined to keep us together. I carried her with my arms wrapped around her into her den. I lowered my arms so my hands could grip her tight ass. When I did, she leaned back, broke our kiss and started to remove my shirt. She leaned her head against mine and kissed my ear. She moaned, “I want to feel your hard. “That also for me, mate?” “Is what-” Oh. “Yeah. I guess it is.” In no time at all he was in front of me. I barely registered that he'd moved before I felt a gentle pressure cupping my balls. He leaned in and, his tone husky, whispered in my ear. “You are fucking hot.” My mind almost blanked out, full of the working smell of him, full of his guttural words. Before I could respond he'd slid away. Away and down. He was kneeling now, unhooking and pushing my boxers down to just below my knees.. I couldn’t detect a hint of rejection or disgust in his touch. How could that be? Where was his jealousy? He kissed me on my lips that were, until a few moments ago, wrapped around another man’s cock and lapping a woman’s pussy. Could he still taste the juices? I tried to break his embrace, but he held me tight. Looking into his brown eyes, I could only see love and laughter playing. “Are you mocking me?” I asked while I wormed out of his embrace. “How can you say that? I’m mad about you.”.