His face, registering surprise at first that I was actually following through with this game, soon morphed into amusement. I loved that after all thes... years, I had surprised him. Moreover, I had surprised myself. Maybe ‘surprised’ isn’t the right word – more like shocked myself.The betting of clothes began. And I prayed I would win this first hand, but of course Pauli won. Damn. The bet had been shoes, socks, then another piece of clothing. And this was when it dawned on me. I had made a very. She watched me like cat playing with a mouse. I thought back to her earlier words and realised it was true. She was a cat. And she had my tongue. I couldn’t say a damn thing and she knew it. I was trapped. I had no idea how much. ‘That’s okay,’ she said, walking into the room, her hips swaying in that sexy, feminine way, ‘I’ll do all the talking. You just stand there holding my panties in one hand and your spunk in the other, with your boxers around your ankles. Don’t even think of pulling them. “Fascinating,” I breathed.It was fascinating. But it was a complete turn-off. I wanted to see it, just to see it, but the idea of having sex with her just didn’t appeal to me. She released her grip on my hand and I carefully withdrew it from her pants. She smirked and leaned forward, wrapped an arm around me and pulled me to her. She kissed me, hard, ramming her tongue into my mouth. I reflexively kissed back and our tongues fought each other. The stud in her tongue felt very strange as it ran. FUCK!" She gripped him by the hips and helped him pump her, working and fucking and grunting, knowing the whole time that there was no way in hell she was going to get to have an orgasm with this punk."Mrs. Winter..." Jimmy began, wheezing and choking as he tried to figure out what was happening to him."Yes, Jimmy?" Brenda replied calmly, patiently, even though she knew full well what the problem was."Mrs. Winter, something's wrong!" You're doing it, Jimmy," she explained. "This is how it's.