Why not?”Amy stalled and asked me, “How do we play the game?”I answered, “Each article of clothing is worth three chips. You must bet at least...one chip on each hand. If you win, the house pays you the amount of your bet. If you lose, the house takes your bet. Each time you run out of chips, you must buy three more chips with another piece of clothes. When you run out of clothes and have no chips left, you are a loser. The two losers dance.“Your shoes are an article of clothing, so are your. Susan nodded and said, "I'll do anything you want, Granddad, and I justwant to make you happy."The man smiled and said, "From now on, Susie, just to show how gratefulyou are for us giving you a home, you will be mine and your Uncle'slittle slut. What do you think of that, eh?"Susan closed her eyes and pulled her Grandfather's face towards her andkissed him deeply, pushing her moist, pink tongue into his mouth, thenslowly broke away from the kiss licking saliva from her red lips and,with a. The others were okay and all were friendly so I settled in. It was not long before all if not most were 3-sheets-to-the-wind and plenty tipsy and becoming louder and bolder as they partied. I noticed no food except for chips and nuts which struck me as too weird as I was supposed to serve food. After another hour or so I could'nt help but notice the group being secretive in whispering chat and silly giggling turning into outright laughter. These skeeming hens seemed to me to be up to more than. So, please, I ask that you check out my body. I don’t believe Mistress Emma will mind, though I wouldn’t presume to speak for her. Perhaps you’ll feel better about it if you ask her for permission?”Brent turned to Emma, but he wasn’t able to get any words out. Luckily, Jess took the reigns there too.“Mistress Emma,” Jess asked – she was really milking the ‘Mistress Emma’ thing, I thought - “do you mind if Sir Brent checks out your slave’s body?”Emma, to her credit, handled things pretty well.