I called up some friends and we arranged to go clubbing together. Several of them had just broken up with their respective partners, so we were ready ...o go out and have fun. Hopefully we got laid in the process. I went to my closet, ripping out clothes and discarding them. I was going for a flat out sexy and slutty look. I was going to have fun, despite the asshole’s behavior. I’m not a stunner. I don’t have a model’s body, nor do I have a face that stops traffic, but I get a fair amount of. Her best asset is her ass. She has a perfect bubble butt, round and firm. We still have great sex and lots of it, but she now has the upper hand in the relationship and she knows it. Shes become very spoiled, very demanding. Now I call her sweetheart instead of whore. Shes forgotten that just a few short years ago she was basicly my sex slave. Now she thinks shes some sort of suburban princess. I needed to figure out a way to put her back in her place. I have to remind her that I own her. She. You can try to negotiate something with the winners to get enough chips to buy back your clothes, or drive home as you are. Yes I know us residents have the better deal, but hell it's out game, so our rules."I was in a sweater, over a tee, over a plain cotton chemise. My breasts were so small and so firm, since they were manufactured, that I had recently given up on bras, more or less. I looked like a teenage boy, with the bad hair and almost flat chest. If I wore something with a skirt, and. He then looks over at me and smiles. "Nina, I can paint a big tree on the back wall. Remember, you want to hang pictures on it?" "You think you can paint it, Jacob? That would be great if you can," I say. "Yes, I know I can paint it, Nina. This wall is so much bigger than the wall in your old house, so I'll get started on it tomorrow." I walk over to him and hug him. My face is buried in his neck, I smell his intoxicating cologne. I feel his hands moving down on my ass. "Hey you two, I'm going.