He now started giving me instructions about what to do. Asking me to kiss his dick, lick it, suck it and repeat. I kept doing this again and again.I w...s getting tired. Sensing that, he brought me up and kissed me again, telling me that I did well. I cuddled against him. He started putting his fingers inside my mouth and using my spit as a lubricant to finger my man cunt.Initially, the pain was sharp because my last fuck was around 4 months ago. But I relaxed. Two of his fingers were sliding in. "Well, how about poker?" Brian asked.Amanda and I nodded, it wasn't the best choice, but we liked it."Sure, get the cards," I said.Brian got the cards as Amanda and I sat down at the table, then he came back and dealt them, but as he was done dealing them, I thought of something."But what do we have to bet though?" I asked."Shit, I didn't think about that," Brian replied.Brian looked around for a minute and then started laughing."What's so funny?" I asked."I just thought about playing strip. As well as providing a physical restraint on the wearer's posture, the garment added to the set of psychological conditioning processes that I employ. For the wearer, there is an increased emphasis on the fact that they have very little control over their appearance and their movements. This adds to the sense of self-effacement that I wish to inculcate. The fact that they can see the positive effect on others' views of them (certainly my own response to the girls so dressed has been. It all happened during my high school days when I was a virgin. Every year, we had a excursion trip planned out for the 12th standard students. This year, it was to be a trip to Kerala. Well, I forgot to mention that I was committed to a girl named Anita from my junior class (11th) that time. She was not like a super model but she meant the world to me during my school days.The trip was planned just before the navratris (durga puja) and we were to return just on “Shasti” and it was a perfect.