My bald pussy. My sweet ass. I was hot for myself, for Christ's sakes. I stated petting myself lightly, over my hips, arms, thighs and buttocks. It wa... then that a funny feeling came over me. An odd feeling. I turned my head sharply. Standing in the doorway was Chris, drooling from his mouth like a sicko peeping tom. I screamed, grabbing my pink shirt and stretching it to cover my frontal nudity."Hey," he said, lie some dull teenager. "I was just--" Yeah, I know what you were JUST," I said.. “It’s so small compared to yours. I can’t even call it a cock anymore.” I continued staring at his cock next to mine. I looked up at him. “It’s like a girly cock.”“That’s right,” He said. “Now rub your girly cock against my cock.”I touched the head of my cock against his shaft. I had to move my body up and down to rub my cock against his cock because it was so much bigger. My girly cock still had cum on it and his cock was still wet from my mouth. It must have been twice the size of mine at. She didn't say a word, but just went down on me. She looked at my dick with wide eyed wonder before finally licking the head and sucking on it gently. I was throbbing hard now. She was sucking and playing with my dick with total facination. I moaned loudly when she tried to take my entire cock down her throat. She only managed 5 inches before gagging, but it felt so damn good. "Anna, relax your throat.", I coached her. She tried again this time managing about 7 inches. I heard her gag and was. I looked at Wolf. He wasn’t smiling or smirking. He wasn’t sweating. He looked calm, cool and collected. He was the man. He had already won three million dollars at the table. He beat me, leaving me with five hundred grand before I folded. I couldn’t believe it. This little creep had beaten me. I was one of the most famous Female Poker Players out there. I’ve beaten both men and women at this game. Yet this ruthless little bastard had rendered me nearly bankrupt. The men and women of the Press.