That was fine with me, because I hadn't slept much the night before, what with all the activity going on. So, we cleaned up the kitchen, and went our...separate ways to our bedrooms.In truth, I was aroused but exhausted. I flung off my sundress and put on a pair of boy shorts in an effort to keep my bed sheets from getting damp. I lay on my stomach with just my sheet pulled up to my waist and fell into a deep slumber. A couple of hours must have passed before I heard the familiar soft. I put on my pink bathing suit very low cut in front and very skimpy and mix myself a bloody mary and was out on my deck.My cell phone went off and I pick it up it was Nick we talked for awhile and told him to come over and bring a suit he said he would be over in little bit.When I hung up the phone all I could do was think of him and was starting to touch myself first my boobs slowly pinching my nipples and slowly touching my pussy.By now I am really horny thinking of Nick and his big dick I. She tiptoed to the living room and her heart sank when she saw someone there. It sure didn't look like Dylan or Bobby. He was a big man. She just got a quick glance at him. He was wearing a red outfit. He looked like he was wearing a Santa Claus outfit. She could see him vaguely since the Christmas lights were on.She gasped and slowly walked to Bobby's room to make sure he was there. She opened the door and was relieved to find her brother fast asleep. She wanted to call the police, but. “Did I forget to mention that for this game all strokes are given over panties?” I swallowed. “Yes, Sir, I believe you did.” “No, I don’t think so,” he said. “I think I would have remembered that detail, Sir!” I ventured. “You aren’t arguing with me, are you Kymburli?” he asked, and a slight shiver ran through me. My voice came out in a croak. “No, Sir.” “That’s good, because my slave can tell you that arguing against me is a very bad idea.” I stood there, mute, holding the strap in my hand..