“You mean like trips to hotels?” “ Don’t be flippant Jeremy. Never ever be flippant with me. Is that understood?” she snapped. “Of...course Miss Julie. Sorry Miss Julie.” I was shocked. I hadn’t intended to be sarcastic. After all. “OK then. No. That’s for those who are very successful. No, mine is a more direct method of incentive. You will earn points. I will keep the score. Each point means one less spank.” She stopped, to allow this to sink in. I was shocked. I heard what she. That part of the evening had become more important to me than the poker game itself.The others reacted in similar fashion. Tim was concerned about my relationship with Cathy. "You didn't force her, did you? Sometimes women react really badly when they're pushed into doing something they don't want to do."I assured him that I hadn't put any pressure on Cathy. "There's this friend of ours who made her see the light," I explained. I wasn't sure whether this was an apt description of what Helen had. Having mentioned it to her once she was determined to enjoy multiple men at once. Every time we went out somewhere she was testing the boundary to see if I would mind if she was hit on. Wearing a very low cut top to a restaurant one time she was hit on the by the waiter obviously enjoying the view. Eventually she agreed to us going for a drink with him. Nothing happened but I could tell things were starting to move at some speed. Shortly after she went on a business trip in Rome for a week,. " Shh…relax. I will do all the work," Ryan crooned. Jasmine calmed her body and readied herself. Ryan did as Dumuzi did and grabbed hold of her hips to steady her body. Jasmine stared at the ceiling of the tent, feeling a prodding at her most private area. Jasmine felt Ryan’s purple head push very slowly into her pussy. It was thin at first, but gradually got thicker the further he thrust in."Uhh…" Jasmine groaned. Jasmine liked to masturbate, but this sensation was entirely different to what.