Marcus that wasn't in my friend. It was funny. I've tried to deep throat that dildo for the year or so that we have owned it. But I always hit somethi...g, a stop or a barrier. But with Mel fucking me, working the dildo in my ass so aggressively. And both of them being so verbal (and pretty degrading) I just was able to go the extra distance, so to speak. Then something started building in me. It was like an orgasm, but slightly different. I (without really meaning to do this) pulled away from me. He nodded and made the call then dealt the next card: 2"I bet my bra," I said."Alright, I call," he said and then he dealt out the last card: 7"Well all I've got left are my panties," I said implying that I was betting themHe nodded then announced, "call," and he turned over a King and a Queen."HA!" I exclaimed proudly as I turned over my Aces. "I've got you beat! Aces are better than Kings!" That's true," he said, "but look at the cards again. I've got a flush. You lost." What?" I said in. I lay in the darkness of our bedroom pretending to sleep. It was a hot Summer that year, and at 03:00 hours in the morning it was humid, so we both lay with the covers down, my brother was nude, so I could see him as my eyes were accustomed to the dark, and there was no mistaking what he was doing.I remained very still, enjoying the little show my brother put on. Only minutes earlier he had spoken to me to see if I was awake, but I remained silent, call it a third sense, but somehow I knew he. They were watching one of the monitors. All of my security people are either ex-special operations, or Blackwater operators. They are big tough men with a lot of intelligence. But they are not exactly refined when it comes to sense of humor.What they were laughing about was Mr. Jim Murphy’s early morning visit to our place.He had come screeching up just before sunrise and tried to bluff his way past the lobby guards. They had heard me loud and clear about the ten-foot rule. And they implemented.