Eight cards out of thirty-eight unseen. Eight chances out of thirty-eight. The chance of winning that way was just a smidgen over twenty-one percent. ...etween the two possibilities I had only about a twenty-three-point-seven percent chance of getting out of this on the right side. Between one in four and one in five. Yikes! But, as Patrick pointed out: I'd gotten myself into a predicament in which folding meant losing. It did not look likely that Roberta, The FemDomme Bitch, was likely to make. I had to use the "Not tonight dear, I have a headache" routine twice that day to make sure no surprise changes took place.That night I dressed in my favorite female outfit to get the full impact of the changes. After putting on my black dress and looking at myself in the mirror I got all turned on by the feminine reflection I saw. I took inventory and decided that there were two items that needed changes, I needed more cleavage and my legs really needed to be denuded. The last was easy. . . It was wonderful area and at this height, there was a slight breeze to help with the stifling heat. Dave was sitting at a table with two large iced Cokes, I said straight away to him. "Pretty sure of yourself then" He just smiled back and said your drink is here, just relax, I thought you might like it up here; I like to give women some pleasure. We sat and chatted as if we had been friend for years for about twenty minutes. With no sexual overtones in the conversation and indeed I was. I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass into me. There were drops of sweat on the small of her back. I moved around so I could lick them off her.Her skin tasted like dusk.I pulled Helen's ass up so her pussy was presented to me again. I spanked her left asscheek hard, which she protested. It turned into a groan when I licked the red mark I created. I scraped my teeth on her ass. There was no protest when I spanked the other cheek; instead, she twisted to give me a better angle to lick her.I.