My body wasbetraying me."Ask for another, sissy."I did and soon felt another finger join the action. At this point, I wasgetting very aroused despite ...y "sissy clitty" being locked away."Tell me what you want sissy."I knew what he wanted to hear, what they both wanted to hear, what mybody wanted to hear. Only my brain was in denial, but I knew what I hadto do."Fuck me master, stick you big hard cock inside my ass pussy, make meyour little whore, your slut, your bitch.And he did. I felt his cock. I lost the first hand and was forced to remove my bra. I didn't care about being topless in front of my friends—after all, this was only a fantasy—but I knew I couldn't afford to lose another hand or else my plan would come crashing down around me.Candy lost the next hand. Her breasts were perfect. Big enough to satisfy any living being, be they male or female, yet as perky as a nubile teenager's.It was now a tie. Whoever lost the next hand would be forced to admit defeat and part with their. At the junction of her legs the gown highlighted her hairless opening, showing just a hint of wetness in the soft, romantic lighting. To say I was struck dumb would be like saying the Second World War was a little regional conflict. Abby was dead hot in that outfit.When she came to me, I was mindful of how rough and selfish Daniel was on her first wedding night, so I gently took her in my arms and kissed her until she lost her breath and her balance. Then I picked her up, carried to the great. We’d stop for coffee and I would slide my hand up your bare thigh, up under your sundress, to gently stroke your pussy lips through the cotton fabric of your panties as you sipped your Latte. We’d walk some more and stop in shady corners to make out and run our hands over each others’ bodies. By the time noon rolled around it was fair to say that we had worked ourselves up quite a bit.We ambled, hand-in-hand, down a side street filled with cool, funky boutiques until we passed a small, empty.