I started thinking about how infatuated John seemed to be with Andrea and one evening while she and I were relaxing with a drink I told her about it. ...he wasn't shocked, and even acted like she expected it. I came out and said , would you do him? She said maybe. I started selling her on him for some reason. I told her I had seen his cock several times in the rest room. She ask if it was big? I said well it's bigger than mine. She smiled and said well I'll see. That very next month I called John. She suggested playing badminton. We had a hall and started playing there. She won the first game. The second game started and I wanted to win that at any cost. One time, the cock hit just out of the line. As I wanted the point, I said it was in and she said it was out.I went to the place where the cock fell, showed her where the cock hit on the line and stood there. She pushed me a little and said that’s where the cock hit and stood there. I called her a cheater and pushed her. She said I was a. One thing above all the rest heightened the respect, nay almost the veneration, of Danglars for Cavalcanti. The latter, faithful to the principle of Horace, nil admirari, had contented himself with showing his knowledge by declaring in what lake the best lampreys were caught. Then he had eaten some without saying a word more; Danglars, therefore, concluded that such luxuries were common at the table of the illustrious descendant of the Cavalcanti, who most likely in Lucca fed upon trout brought. I looked over at the girl one last time, saw her smiling, and did what I was told. I raised my hips, pulled the bikini bottom to the side and using my own wet pussy for lube, slid down over the flashlight until I was back in “sit” position. A mixture of pain, pleasure and complete abject humiliation flooded over me and I started to rock back and forth just slightly moving the object in my ass trying to get my orgasm. T asked the girl if he should let me cum and she replied not yet. “SIT STILL”.