"I have an idea," Mark said, interrupting Nena's train of thought as he took another long pull of his beer, "Why don't we play a little language game ...efore the band comes on?"The others around the table nodded their agreement. Nena said in her broken English, "I don't do well in language games. I don't speak English really well."Mark leaned in and said to her with a lopsided smile, "There are only two words you need to know in this game, truth or dare. Just watch, you'll learn fast."The waiter. .. I'd do anything!"I knew it was a bad idea, but it was time Tori saw the truth for herself.I spoke to Margaret on the phone. She was reluctant to have an observer present, but agreed, for an extra £100.We hardly spoke on that long drive to Cambridge. I told Tori not to say a word once we were with Margaret, unless she was directly spoken to. We were both nervous, but for different reasons. I have to confess that the thought of Tori watching me being taken to pieces by Margaret was just a bit. She ached inside and the rage of fire in her wetpussy was causing her a yearning to be fucked and fucked hard.Mark unhooked her slowly. He braced her against his body, forshe was having trouble standing. Her arms feel to her sides. Hereached for them and rubbed them tenderly, bringing the totalsensation of feeling back to her arms. He then did the same withher legs. Letting her brace herself against his shoulder as hemoved down to her legs. Once she was able to stand again on herown he. ‘ ‘Are you racially prejudiced?’ he asked me. ‘ ‘No, why?’ I asked him back.‘ ‘Cos that tat suggests you are. Unless you show equality to us whities, we’ll report you to the Racial Discrimination people,’ he joked.‘ ‘Perhaps it was because I was still hot from Damon, perhaps I felt challenged by what he said, I don’t really know, but something inside me said ‘Why not?’‘ ‘How can I stop you from reporting me?’ I asked them provocatively.‘So I went with them to their grubby little apartment and.