The other guests were stripping off. One thing was apparent, to be a member of this exclusive club, not only did no need to be rich and powerful, you...needed a perfect body. The men were all hung like stallions. The only small cock in the room was Ricks. The women (even the older ones) had tight bodied and good breasts. Probably thanks to knowing a good surgeon.Chrissy soon reappeared. She saw Ricks hard cock and gave him a quick confused look as if to say he should not be enjoying this. . She wasn’t making a fool of herself, just being a little different.When I saw her, she was in a group of two women and one man whom I recognised as a Graeme’s younger brother David. He was about 17. I thought nothing more of it and was pleased she had relaxed. It was about 30 minutes later that I realised she was not in the room and I went to look for her as it was getting late. I couldn’t find her so assumed she has gone into the garden. I slipped out of the kitchen door but it was quite dark. “Sure, get the cards,” I said. Brian got the cards as Amanda and I sat down at the table, then he came back and dealt them, but as he was done dealing them, I thought of something. “But what do we have to bet though?” I asked. “Shit, I didn't think about that,” Brian replied. Brian looked around for a minute and then started laughing. “What's so funny?” I asked. “I just thought about playing strip poker,” Brian replied. It was a funny idea, so we all laughed. “Yeah, as if we're gonna play strip. I..." Take the initiative, my inner voice says. I take his glass from his hand, placing his and mine on the bureau. My hands on his arms, my face towards him. I look at his eyes as I press forward. He responds, his lips are on mine, one hand in my hair, gently pulling me to him. The kiss goes on and on, his tongue caressing my lips, then pushing softly against mine. His other hand on my back. My hands are in his hair, our kisses more passionate, more demanding. He breaks the spell. He breaks.