All of a sudden we started to talk about sexuality. She told me that she was bisexual. When we got bored, she had a deck of cards and she asked me to ...lay a card game with her. I accepted her invitation. She told me the rules… if the five cards I had in my hand beat the ones in her hand… (like in poker) I had to tell her what she had to do, like truth or dare, but with dare only. It also worked vice versa. I thought about it and I started to get really curious. My hand actually beat hers. She. Tim checks the video is filming her depravity. She climaxes violently, pushing Anthonys hands away from her now soaking wet pussy she crumples to the floor, after a few groans of contentment she smiles up at them.. She now looks a real mess, somewhat different to the impeccably turned out young lady of an hour ago. Her hair is wet with sweat, it clings to her head. Her whole body and face is speckled with small beads of sweat, her breasts are discoloured by redness, love-bites and bruising.. ' It readbelow the bar's logo. 'A creamy smooth pina colada.' "Not quite what Iwas expecting," I coughed.Camille reached out and wrapped her hand around mine, raising the bottleback to my mouth. I went to take a sip but her hand kept applyingpressure, forcing more of the glass bottle into my mouth. Puzzled Istopped raising it but she managed to push just a little more in, I feltthe neck of the bottle at the back of my throat, what the hell was shedoing?Clearly she felt my throat convulse. ”“Angela! What are you talking about? Didn’t you tell me that you wanted to fuck him?”“WHAT!!” she cried out.I didn’t argue with her. I just smiled at her and giggled. She couldn’t help it; she began to giggle with me as well, and I knew that she was hooked.That Saturday, as we were getting ready to go down to our spot, my husband was suddenly called to an accident on the freeway. At that time, he worked as a tow truck driver, and he was on standby that weekend.I called Angela and told her that.