He was probably more drunk that I was. Looking at the screen, I responded, ?No way. Let’s take it up another notch. The loser has to paint themse...ves in the winning colors, just like that idiot on TV.?Kelly laughed and said, ?You all heard her. She wants to paint her tits in steeler black and gold.? I responded, ?No, you are going to be painting you whole body Red and White.? Kelly said to everyone, ?You girls are our witnesses. The bet is painted tits at work for a week.? Everyone. But there's always, always, always gravity lurking just beyond the tips of those same wings waiting to return you swiftly and painfully to the rocks below.I flew ... God damn it I flew higher and longer than I ever thought possible. So when I fell, it was from a higher altitude and far more painful than I ever thought I could endure. I should have died, perhaps like in one of those great Shakespearian tragedies, we both should have died. We both survived, but it was clear at least to me, that. They are cold and uncomfortable as I pull them up my moist thighs, scooping up some stray cum from my legs and cheeks. As I follow my Master to the now open door, I manage a quick swab of the back of my legs and my butt with another wet-one, throwing it into the bin as I leave. I give him my saucy, coquettish little smile, head on one side as I pass, confidence slightly re-established. My Master immediately knocks it out of me, smiling and patting me proprietarily on my damp ass before pulling. Suddenly he stopped and rolled me over. His hands pulled me into a doggy position and his cock hit home again. I didn't see it at first, but his iPhone was taking another video. I didn't see it, so we can watch that one together."Rob was insatiable. He fucked me for a good hour straight. I can't tell you how many orgasms I had. I can't even tell you how many different positions we fucked in. All I know is that his cock was as deep in me as he could get it. He rested for about a half hour and we.