" "Two players have to call the moves. You couldcall them generals or commanders or something. They would be up on a raisedplatform or tower where the... can see the action. We could even bring in realmilitary brass, or celebrities, or we could use our own girls. Using our ownwould probably be more exciting." "Why?" "Because . . . Well, let me explain some of therules. In ordinary chess when you capture an opponent's piece, you just jumpone of yours into its space and take it off the board. But. Whatever cleaning needed to be done back at the house could wait until next weekend. I would pretend not to notice. Today was too much fun to spoil by going home early to put the house in order. I had a chicken ceasar salad. I didn’t have to cook the chicken. I didn’t have to buy, tear, wash or spin the lettuce. I didn’t have to measure the olive oil, crush the garlic, get out the measuring spoon for the lemon juice, measure the parmesan cheese and I didn’t have to coddle the egg. I didn’t have. I’ve never asked. Do you want me to ask?”Kaitlyn blushed harder and gulped. “Don’t commit to anything without talking to me first?” She hated it sounding like a question.“Have I ever done that before, Kait?”Her deepening blush answered yes. “And this is my idea, Nick. I should get paid more if someone says yes.”He cocked his head contemplatively. Her sentence had unwontedly ended as a question again. “I don’t know about that. A staged video is a lot more work than hauling you over my knee and. He held my neck gently, the way I wanted him to, and I clinged onto his arm. I told him that, "it feels so good," and I felt his dick get a little harder.He pulled out to spit on me and went down on me. I was shaking and moaning from pleasure, and pulled on the bedsheets. I almost felt like crying from all the pleasure. He stuck one finger at a time inside me, and I remembered texting him I never squirted before, and I don't think I can, but he fingered me faster and faster, and I ended up.