Radical!”“Swagger your way trough the whole tournament and you will loot the grand price of a cool 50.000 Gold coins as well as a free mansion in ...he ritzy noble hill district of Rasheul! Swagalicious!”Excluding the clerks questionable attitude, everything seemed fairly standard for such a competition. But of course the Rasheul Great Slave Tournament wouldn't attract tourists from well beyond the Free Cities if it wasn't for that one peculiarity that made it so enticing.The girl gave me a huge. We carried on playing drinking games when my wife said she was getting drunk and did not want to drink anymore forfeits. So I promptly told her if she does not drink she must take off a piece of clothing, which she then did.We kept on playing and it was not long before my wife Toulin was totally naked, but we were sitting at the dinning room table so we could not really see her naked body. At here next forfeit I told her she has to get up and walk to the lounge and back so we could look at her.. She steeled herself and took a deep breath of air. Locking the car she turned and walked at a brisk pace towards the house. Her skirt began flapping slightly as she hurried, each flap seemed to direct cold blasts of air towards her cunt and they seemed always to hit right on her clit.Her juices were flowing even as she climbed the three steps to the front door. She knew if she hesitated now she would turn and flee so as soon as she was in arms reach she pressed the door bell. She seemed to be. Save yourself some embarrassment and stop asking—it's not going to happen.”The smile fell from Tim's face. “Give a guy a break. I know I'm not one of those douches in suits from Marketing, but—”Struck dumb by his continued bravado, Marguerite could only stare. “No, you're not. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to get back to work.”His reply was clipped. “Of course.” As the door closed behind him, Marguerite wondered where someone so average got off being quite so cocky.Several weeks went by..