“How’s your dick?” Oh shit. He looked shocked. I let go of his feet and I got up and sat next to him on the sofa. “Sorry. I…er…oh fuck.”...“How’s my dick?” “Forget I said it. I just say things and I don’t mean to say ‘em. I think I’ve got Tourettes or something.” “How’s my fucking dick?” “Do you want a nice hot cuppa tea? Or coffee?” He smiled. “My dick’s all right thanks.” “Right. I’ll…I’ll go and make that cup of tea then, shall I?” “But my balls don’t half get tight in this cold weather.” We. You stare at me intensely before leaning forward and kissing me softly on the cheek where you slapped me. You then put your mouth by my ear your hot breath on my neck excites me as you start nibbling my earlobe you whisper this is all part of the game. You pull back and look at my face an evil smile crosses my face. You wonder what it’s about as I raise my hand and slap you back. Your head doesn’t even move as you stare at me in shock. I stand up on the desk now and grab your head, pulling you. After about ten minutes, she pulled his sleeveless T-shirt over his head exposing his very muscular torso and washboard abdominal muscles. Barb then passionately began kissing and sucking on his nipples as he held her around waist until Barb rolled off of his lap. She asked him to stand up as she dropped to her knees in front of him and once he was standing she began removing his jeans until his red nylon briefs were the only thing left. As she slowly slid his briefs down, his thick brown. "It's Rose Turner." You replied, awkwardly standing there as she looked you up and down whilst nodding."You look alright but how are you in a game?" She asked."A game?" Don't you know what school this is, girl?" The old woman scoffed as you shook your head. "Rockhard High is a prestigious school for the best gamblers of this damn country!" A school for gambling, then?" You pursued, you wanted to go home and at least learn a thing or two about gambling."Exactly, I suppose. Come with me."The old.