”“Sounds good to me, but what will we bet?”“That’s the fun part. We’re living off the interest onour money now and...I guess that works out to a littleover $100,000 a year right?”“I guess.”“O.K. The loser has to turn over his income for oneyear to the winner.”“That’s a pretty big hunk of change.”“And that’s not all. The loser has to work for thewinner as a servant for the following. "Those are over there in the shelf," she points at a magazine rack at the other side of the showroom, "come on, I'll show you."My legs stumble beside her to the shelves, and with delay I notice that her hand is resting on my butt cheek and pushes a bit to guide me in the right direction. My first reflex is to side-step and avoid the intimacy by this stranger, but I'm spellbound and compliantly adapt my pace to the pressure on my backside. We are at the rack, and her finger trails over the rows. Cindy drew back to let Trent concentrate entirely on hisdeflowering. A stab. A probing shove from Marie and a grunted response fromTrent. Another stab, this one finding purchase. Kate watched with herfist balled into her open mouth. “Yes! I can feel him opening up to me,” Marie called out tothe girls. She took a hand off Trent’s rump and used it to lift herprobing dildo so that it gained a deeper entry inside Trent’s anus.“Come on, get in, you big thing!” Marie said. Trent. I was disappointed as well, and realized I should be relieved. But somehow I wasn't. I was actually wishing we had been able to have sex. It was then that we both looked down at my hand on his penis and realized that he hadn't lost his erection. "Can we still do it?" Kene asked.I said, "Okay," as I placed the condom on his erection. We rolled back onto the bed kissing and embracing. I still felt bad, but my excitement ruled.He raised up, positioned his dick at my vagina, and pushed in. I was.