The last thing she remembered before waking up in the warehouse was leaving the store where she had been shopping and starting to get into her car. S...e asked the driver if he would take her to where her car was and he replied that he would be happy to help her but that he thought he should get a reward. When he put his hand on her naked thigh and looked at her body, she knew what kind of a reward he wanted. After all that she had been through and as degraded as she felt, she thought that. Then he went to each of the other three and repeated the process.Lord John moved between them and explained the rules for all to hear. "The four wenches are goal tenders and the object of the game is for the opposing team members to sink the shafts to the hilt. Each member will in turn drive a ball towards the goal from a distance of eight feet. The goal tenders will try to keep the shafts from going all the way in. The game will continue until each team member has had four tries at each of. To...get your dick out! Even if it is fat...mmm and swollen...oh wow look at that thing!”. She stopped resisting, the soles of her feet now pressed against his shaft, him holding her feet using them to pump at his pride again, his head fell back now appreciating the moment as he let out a groan. She enjoyed this, knowing how excited he was and what it would lead to. She felt herself getting wetter, resisting the urge to play with herself just yet for fear it would make him too excited, besides. As I got to Jamal’s house I was greeted at the door by Jamal himself whom apparently saw me coming. I entered and Jamal shut, and locked the door. We mutually walked to the den were Amber had been waiting for us. “Hi Eddie,” Amber greeted me. Normally, I loathe being called Eddie but anything coming from Amber’s succulent lips was excellent. “What game do you want to play,” Jamal asked. In the back of his mind he knew what “game” he really wanted to play with her, I as well. “Ah… I think…oh.