If you can beat her girlfriend we should have a good day." Hi ladies, my name is Amy; you are?" she asked, extending her hand."Kimberly." "Christie." ...hey all shook hands. "Gabrielle and I are going to kick your asses.How much can you afford to lose?" You have to be kidding," Kimberly said. "I've played with you before.You're a pro. We'd lose all our money." Playing for money makes the game more interesting but we don't haveto play for money, we could play for something else." Like what?". Then the intervention started.November 15th: It has been 3 months since giving my daughter up for adoption. I still cry every time I think about her. Fortunately, I am pregnant again. This time I know who the father is. No guessing or hoping at all. She is my husband Roy’s daughter, no mistaking the fact this time. I know she was conceived the day of our intervention, though Roy didn’t move back home till almost two months later. I told him everything. I haven’t seen Branden since I broke up. So we went out and to the local adult store and Claire picked out some black fuzzy metal handcuffs- heavy, but cushioned and with a safety release of course. So for a few weeks, whenever we were in bed making out, stripping each other’s clothes off, she would get this look in her eyes, and ask, innocent as could be, “Want to use the handcuffs?” I would gladly agree, and slap them on her wrists, holding her hands above her head with one hand as we lay naked in the bed. I would pleasure her for. The problem with that was my computer and tablets were in the living room, and my toys were just out of my reach. Well, if I wanted my husband’s fingers to keep touching my nipple the way they were, which I very much did, the toys were unreachable. I slowly and carefully reached down and slid my fingers into my panties. I wanted to take them off but I feared if I moved too much it would cause him to stop, and I didn’t want that. I was wet, nearly soaked. I couldn’t believe how such a simple.