As he boarded, he realised that whatever sensations Katherine was producing in him this morning, for whatever reasons, he needed to focus instead on b...th Grace and his poker. And that started with today’s Final Table. He wearily slumped back in his seat beside a group of excited Japanese tourists, who were jabbering away to each other in their own language. As he tried to drown the sound, he realised it was not just his thoughts of Grace and Katherine that he had to battle against. It was also. I didn’t mean to be bad was just curious about it.With a naughty smile, “Richie I thought you will go directly to my pants first, hahaha.”With a great surprise and shock on his face, “Ma, you gave me a heart attack. Now jokes apart let’s get into the game. Go on, do the ‘Dare’.”I stood up in front of him like a whore in a sexy way. Slowly I removed my shirt by unbuttoning one by one as well as watching Richie’s little tent on his shorts. His eyes were fixed on my black bra. I felt dripping in. The tables had turned and it was now her turn to see me intrigued and mesmerised, asking to 'see what her leather felt like'. We had transferred to the lounge where the music was and my discomfort must have been obvious as she came up to me and wrapped her arms around me, her leather and mine creaking loudly against each other and the combined leather smell now wonderfully pungent but mingled with her sexy perfume. Instead of reassuring each other we ended up with our tongues in each other's. "We need you to sit on the table for us," one of the guys told me.I still had my work clothes on, which was a white blouse with a knee-length skirt and tan coloured tights. The guys instantly noticed I was wearing tights as I got on the table."We fucking love your legs in tights!" they all said at the same time."The rules to this game is simple, the two guys that had won the ice-cube game are not taking part but will help us hold you ankles in this game."I could feel my pussy throbbing when.