The game moved on. Megan lost the next turn. Casey’s “paper” beat my “rock”, leaving her the winner. I gave the spinner a flick, sending it ...hirling. “Green! That means tits!” I declared with enthusiasm.“Touch or kiss?” Megan inquired of her stepmother. Surprisingly it was said without a pout or resentment. Was it my imagination, or did her voice have an undertone of breathless expectation?Casey’s fingers caressed her chin for a moment, pretending to ponder the weighty decision. “Oh, how about. ” Kat put her hand to her throat and pinned Sue back and said in a serious voice, “You fucking piss on my hand or I’ll rip that fucking top of yours to shreds and then bite you’re fucking nipples off. So start piss girl.”Sue had hold of her hand and looked her in the eye and said, “I’m not a lesbian and don’t you fucking threaten me bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are? Now fuck off and get out of here.” “Your not a lesbian now, but you will be.”“Oh, so you think you can just come in. In no time I was pressing her boobs one my one over her bra. I took my hand to her back and unhooked her bra, she was slightly shocked as she was not expecting me to do that, but she continued kissing me. She was licking my neck, cheeks, eyes, biting my ears, almost everything that was up for her grab.I was busy pressing her boobs, playing with the nipples, kissing her sometimes, it was just so pleasurable as our fun had lot of love in it. There was a moment when we stopped kissing, my hands. A lovely relaxing time at my hotel followed, after which I packed my bag and made my way to the venue. It turned out to be an old theatre or cinema not far out of the centre of the town.Bulent welcomed me. I was the first one there apparently, and he showed me to my dressing room before taking me to the stage. It all looked very professional with lots of lights and a huge screen. He told me that everything would be filmed by two different cameramen and projected onto the screen.It all sounded.