“Hmmm. What stupid things can I force you to do?” Marcela and I stared at her waiting somewhat impatiently. Finally she said “I dare you to do t...enty pushups.”“Come on. You can do better than that.” I said.“What do you mean?” she laughed as she took another drink.“The whole point of the game is to make people do things that are crazy and make them uncomfortable.” I explained. “We have the whole house to ourselves and “pushups” is the best you could come up with?”“Fine.” Belinda said as she sat. ‘I fucking wish one of you would just get between my legs and stop discussing it, I am not bothered which one it is but my pussy is wet for tongue right now’ Chris nearly shouted, shocking them both without hesitation they both made for her pussy, Frankie beating Ian to it, she quickly laid on her back on the under Chris’s pussy, lifted her own dress and invited Ian in hers.Ian didn’t need asking twice he was on the floor her pants off and buried into her clit, rubbing his fingers feeling her. He reached down and rubbed my inner thigh; working his way up to the hem of my short sexy dress. Then he lifted the dress to expose my bare ass. I was wearing only a very tiny thong and my butt cheeks were almost fully exposed to his fondling and groping. He rubbed his crotch against me and I felt a growing bulge there…Suddenly his strong hands pushed my hips against the edge of the pool table and then he pressed my torso down; so my ass was perched out and exposed. My hardened nipples were now. I must obey him.The farmer is of little words, but he now becomes expressive in his grunts. He wants me to scream too. He wants me to moan like him. And I do. I begin to wail as he continues ramming my pussy from behind. Nine inches of cock out, nine inches slam back in. My legs begin dripping even more, this time from the fluids of my cunt flowing out and trickling down my inner thighs. A second feels like an hour. A minute feels like eternity. With wobbly knees, I can barely remain.