It wasn’t that he was quick about understanding the details of the bets (although he was). It was that he always knew who was making them, and why. ...e was a strategist, said to possess a prescience that verged on clairvoyance. This reputation inevitably attracted the attention of criminal investigators, because it smelled like insider trading, or some related practice that was just a few steps to the wrong side of that line between what is legal and what is not. The amounts of money that passed. The little nubs at her breasts' peaks engorged and hardened. I could see Bronwen's eyes closing with pleasure. I pressed harder. She squeezed my cock almost in sync with my squeezing. She bit her lip; I could tell she was in her own world and wanted to stay there. For myself, I was now feeling an eruption coming and I pincered the nub at the top of her slit to help Bronwen's lift-off before the inevitable. I was coming, I tried to hold for seconds, then all resistance became futile as a rush of. “Oh Goddd, don’t stop,” I screamed. “I’m cummminnggg. Oh yeeesss.” If I hadn’t been for my own panties, I’m sure we would have been heard above the loud music, such was my outburst, but luckily for me, no hordes of footsteps could be heard coming, unlike me. My body shuddered uncontrollably when John, obeying my plea, resumed his pounding, eliciting soft little whimpers from me.Much like the earlier orgasm I'd had this evening, cum flooded my cunt and the slick, sweet juices easily escaped. He finally pulled his mouth away from mine. When I had got my breath back I asked him,"Are you not going to open your present?" He smiled at me, hands still wandering around my body."I think I would rather enjoy it just as it is, thank you." I looked at Dave, then back to Keith, and they were both smiling, and I realised then that I had been conned. The sneaky conniving swine. And I had even gone along with Dave's suggestion, never dreaming it was all a ploy to get me like this, sexy as it was.