The Chinese woman’s competitive spirit surged to the forefront, as Peggy planted her bare feet on the floor and began bucking her thrashing hips up ...ff the floor, grunting and straining, gyrating, her brown lovely thighs now sprawled wide open. Randy drank in the unforgettable sight as he watch the Chinese wife, Peggy Chan’s black hairy pussy folds now laying open, Through the dense black hairs, he could see the little nub of Peggy’s clitoris was now in full view. Suddenly the Asian woman. They were especially viscous with their torture. The winning husband would participate in the orgy. But they were never allowed to be with their wife. The Masters did make a special effort to continue the wives' seduction in full view of her husband, whenever possible.The women were also taken to a makeshift studio to make porno flicks with any number of hung guys. At its completion, the wife would narrate the play-by-play in front of her audience and answer their questions that were designed. Left or right, with no way of knowing if the path was true.If he was wrong...well what if he was wrong?What if he had always been wrong?No...he wouldn't think those thoughts, if only this had been a dungeonin a world that had no true capacity to hurt him, no real cost forfailure. It would have been so simple, fight to the bottom, kill theboss, loot, profit, repeat. This was not simple and fate keptconspiring to make it even less so."Do you feel lucky punk?....Viva Las Vegas," Scott Carver. "Good," she said, smiling. "Okay, see you later, then!"Momoko turned around and skipped away without another word. Shedisappeared around the corner and out of sight. After she was gone, Iwondered if it had really happened, or if my imagination was simplyoveractive.No, it was just my imagination, surely. As if Momoko would really bewaiting for me at the front gate of the school. The chances of that wereslim. *Momoko was waiting at the front gate of the school,.