Dave chuckled away. Then he started to loose which soon wiped the smile off his face. It came down to us both sat in our underwear. As Dave turned his...card over again he had one. "Get them off." he said grinning. I reluctantly stood up and dropped my underwear, kicking them to the side I sat back down "What now?" I asked Dave said "Double or quits?" I looked at him. "What you mean?" I said, Dave replied "We reshuffle the deck and who ever turns the next pic the other has to strip naked and go. ‘You sail, don’t you? You fucking liar. I bet you father has a 50-plus footer and…’ ‘Yes and there’s no need to shout. Actually Lady Kingston is 72-feet and is fitted out for Blue Water racing.’ ‘Aha I knew it, you fucking liar. And I bet you adore sex.’ ‘Please don’t overheat yourself behind the wheel Cliff. I don’t want you having a coronary so soon into my days of cool cruising. Now shut up and let me feel my freedom.’ Cliff decided he was in love with her. He’d known he’d fall for someone. .you've been planning this allalong with Holly and Jane...haven't you?" That's rich!" I snorted, and just for a moment the dying embers of ourrecent argument looked like they might be rekindled, but a quick glanceat the helpless figure still bound to my chair by his wrists, wearing mymake up and dressed in my sheer black hold-ups, his flaccid cock andballs hanging out over the top of my baby pink silk panties convinced methat there wouldn't be any arguments in the future. I would do whatever. When I went to Cambridge, the ‘other place’ as you’ve no doubt been taught call it, I realised for the first time in my life that I could do a good poo when I wanted one, not when other people thought I should go. It hit me during the first term that there was no one waiting to give me castor oil or syrup of figs in a morning because I hadn’t ‘done’ anything. I learnt to go when I wanted and to take risks sometimes when need was ahead of want. A dump is certainly a necessity, Barnaby, but it.