Her tongue was probing his mouth and she was massaging the swollen head of his cock, the pre-cum flowing. He pushed the zip of her pants down and open...d them enough to manoeuvre them over her hips. She broke off from kissing him. Sue hesitated and mumbled, “I can't, it's wrong. I really can't, it’s so wrong.” But, despite her protestations, she didn't try to push him away; she longed to feel his hands on her body, knew she wanted to submit to his desire, her desire. He slid a hand inside her. "Come on boys. Rules is rules," said the blonde. "Don't bid if youcan't play."Hesitantly the two began to unbuckle their belts...Zzzzttttt!... and lower their skirts, revealing their matching sporty thongs tothe world. My dick twitched. The sight of their long smooth legs, litheand feminine on that otherwise muscular and masculine frame was quitesomething.They stood around kind of awkwardly as the girls in the crowd hootedand hollered. Another fun double standard: boys aren't used to. I didn't mind a good game of poker, guessing if the other player was bluffing or really did have a good hand. This was more complex, though, because I needed to guess what strategy the other player was pursuing, so that I could effectively thwart it.Was I expected to realize that the 'gift' was already bound to my 'benefactor' and reject it, thus dishonoring them and 'revealing' my lack of honor? Or was I expected to naively accept a spy into my camp? If the latter, what did they hope to gain?. ‘Carry on don’t worry about me.’ he barked in his usual military gruffness.I continued to fuss around the bed, keeping my eyes lowered concentrating in the job in hand, I cannot deny Major Morris makes me quite nervous, whereas Lady Morris is a kind, sweet, quiet lady. Straightening up when I had finished to admire my handy work, I was distracted by him sitting in a chair watching me intently.‘Come over here.’ he demanded.Obediently I walked over and stood next to the chair, Major Morris is.