"Well, I will probably be going topless.". I couldn't think of a reply... At the end of the first round I had only lost my hair band, Dave had taken...off his watch and shades, Sharon had also removed her glasses together with a necklace, but Cherry had come off worse with necklace, bracelet and a shoe gone. Round two and something dawned on me, the questions being asked were about successive years and the quiz was already at 1989. Soon I would be out of the era I knew. First to get a question. I get a better grip of my towel and walk to behind you. I envelop your torso in the cloth, leaning my head to rest on your shoulder. I pull on the neat ribbon at the back of your cyan bikini, making sure the towels stays on. You put your hands up and I slide the top off of you with one hand while the other keeps the towel in place. I gesture you to hold the cloth in place, while I use my fingers to comb your hair back, and then onto your chest from the left side of your head. I cross my fingers. I kicked my panties off of one ankle and started to adjust my position on the bed when he turned and said, "Who the fuck told you to move?" "Sorry, sir." I responded, voice shaking. "Get that ass up here." He ordered as he rubbed lube on his cock. I scooched to the edge of the bed and stuck my ass up while leaving my head down on the mattress. He immediately grabbed me by the hips and pulled me closer to him, and began pushing his cock inside me. I tried to relax, but I was just so fucking. With every bit of power in my 6’5 250 lbs frame I grabbed him by the throat and shoved him behind the building. I slammed him on the wall and pressed my forehead on his.“ MOTHERFUCKER I TOLD YOU I HAD A DATE! I’M NOT STA- “ I paused. He was trembling like a little faggot bitch. Scared of a real man like myself. I thought back to how I would’ve handled this in my prison days. “ You know what? Fuck this “ I said, backhand smacking the spit out of his mouth. “ Get on your knees fat ass. “He slowly.