“They’re all my kids!” I grinned. “Why play if you aren’t trying to win?”“Forget it Michelle,” Bethany laughed from behind us, “they...play games in this house as a blood sport! I’m sure you’ve seen it!”“I was in the poker tournament last Guys’ Night,” Tom said ruefully. “I THOUGHT I was a good card player. But Steve, Karl, Terry, and Jorge took me apart like I was a five-year-old! It was like they KNEW what cards I held!”Jennifer smirked, “You didn’t spot the marked deck?”“Jennifer!” I tried to. Despite associating with the teachers during breaks and such, I could see she would have had a much better time laughing with us lads about taking the piss out of the 50 year old teachers with blue cord pants hold-ups, she was very fun, but never showed it. She did not wear the typical white and red cross outfit, instead she stuck to open collar shirts and skirts with matching heels combined with funky glasses. She walked as if the whole world revolved around her, and I loved it.It was a. I am required to masturbate, but only like a girl does. Sissybating iswhat we call it. There's never any stroking; it's become too small tostroke, really. But, while i watch the daily regimen of sissy/bimbo hypnovideos, Master has me rub the tip of my little clitty. i press it down,inside my body, and begin to rub it, sometimes vigorously - sometimesslowly, in a circular motion. The combination of the rubbing and the videostimulation brings me to great arousal. However, my clitty does not. Emma nodded shyly. Just what was this in aid of? she wondered. “I don’t suppose you want to join in, Emma,” Amelia continued. “I’m sure little Maisie wouldn’t mind at all.” Knowing Maisie so intimately, Emma was sure that this was true, but the pangs she felt made her blush with anger and humiliation. “What’s this all about?” she blurted out. “Why is she doing it?” Amelia stood up and wandered over to Emma. She put an arm around Emma’s naked shoulders and pulled her assertively towards her..