Damn, thought JJ. I'm fucked... that is, Ingrid is fucked, I guess.JJ received three new cards from the dealer who, in turn, said, "Another bet, Mr. ...organ?"George bet his "disrobe" chip and smiled directly at JJ. JJ looked at his cards. Two red three's smiled back at him.Well, I'll be... two pair... kings and threes... a damn good hand... but what is that motherfucker holding?JJ was in anguish. He looked up at the television. Ingrid sat brazenly with her arms and legs apart. Her pussy was in. “And it may come up, if things go sour, that all Kindred in the Invictus will receive some proper training with a knife.”“A knife? Why?” Jack approached a corner where a rat hole was, and clicked his tongue a few times. A few more rats emerged, and they stood in a row while Jack put down the first rat to join them. The rats did not flee, but stood there longer yet, and nodded a few times as Jack offered them a few squeaks. Kid caught on fast, very fast. Scary fast even.“You would be hard. ..please don't stop," and all you hear in response is a deep growling grunt as my cock expands and tightens and I feel the burning hot semen shoot out of my balls, force it's way past your your tight hole, and finally begin to fill your insides with its potent load, pulse after throbbing pulse. You feel my cock pumping and hear me mutter "I'm cumming baby" and it sends you over the edge. Your pussy spontaneously explodes with the most intense orgasm you've ever had and you feel the warm juice. But I knew that the only way they would fit right was if I had a thin pair of bikini underwear (like short briefs made of thin stretchy fabric). Or if I went commando. So commando it was. I went back in, pulled the curtain a little and kicked off the pants and then my boxer briefs. I was standing in the dressing room with my cock at half-mast, with that inverted bend it gets before it gets really hard. I wasn't sure if she was looking at that moment, so I slipped on the blue shorts. They fit.