My bet. Shit. I still didn't know what to think about my bet with Steve. I had agreed to two minutes of anything. If he had a lot of experience like S...ndy said, "anything" could include ... well, anything.Sandy let me sit and stew for a minute before she reached over and gently touched my hand."Liz, he's a great guy. Give him a chance. At least talk to him at tomorrow's game before you run away from him."I nodded. She was right. I couldn't wait for Detroit to lose. I need to know more now.But. It was only as I was letting the Chef out the door I realised I had not seen Jacqui in a few hours. I went behind the bar again and through the door to the back rooms and her office.I knocked on the door and she told me to come in. The office was a glorified, adapted storage room, with a bar table as a desk and a crazy-old looking PC, some boxes of files and the office chair Jacqui was sat in. Today there was also a half-drunk bottle of wine and a glass. Jacqui didn't look happy.“Hey, Jacqui.. "Slave, go get cleaned up but stay naked when you return." Yes, Master." She replied and smiled as she left for a bathroom. I watched the tight cheeks of ass as she went out.A few minutes later, Amanda came into the kitchen looking thoroughly used. "Master, how can I help?" Master?" I questioned."Yes, Master," she emphasized. "Alison agreed to be your sex slaves on an informal basis last week. I want that status for myself just like you agreed to accept Alison."Sisters talk. I don't why I. Looks like the men of the family have all found company.Nettie said for us all to go next door to Agnes' place for a late lunch. June and I were the only ones with clothes still on as we really had not taken a breath since arriving. I didn't know about June but I almost felt out of place with clothes on.We were all at Agnes big table finishing eating when Agnes elbowed Dad and whispered something. Dad looked up a little red faced and a little sheepish, but smiling, "Kids, this may sound like.