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Jane and Mary Go Shopping

Sunday, June 15th, 2008

Jane and Mary had got up early that morning to go out and do some clothes
shopping. Over breakfast they giggled and laughed over the fun they had had
with Peter.

“God, Mary, we were soooo disgusting”

“Yeah… but fun eh?”

Paroxisms of laughter.

They were soon ready to leave and caught the tube down to the West End
(London, England).

They headed for Oxford street and entered a clothes store.

Mary whispered to Jane, “Look, my love, I fancy a bit of nasty naughtiness.
It has been over 24 hours after all!. Let’s get something to try on and go
into one of the changing rooms”

It was early and the store was not that busy. Mary picked out a short
leather skirt and Jane a low cut, short black dress. Not that they were
that interested in the clothes. They made their way to one of the changing
booths. Inside they just dropped the clothes and smiled.

“So what now mary ?”

“What do you think?!”

The two women embraced, each rubbing a hand against the other’s cunt
through their respective panties.

“Oh Jane, I can smell your pussy from here you know. Mmmmm… yummy!”

Mary slipped a finger inside Jane’s panties and played teasingly with her
clit. Jane was very wet. Pulling out her hand, mary took a sniff at her
fingers.

“You stinky bitch Jane… don’t you wash ?!”

They were kissing deeply now and Mary paused and said to Jane, “I think I
have something to leave as a present for these store people and their
customers!”

“Oh Mary! What if we get caught?”

“That, my love, is part of the fun!”

There was a low bench in the booth. Mary climbed onto it, lifted her
skirt, squatted down on her haunches and pulled the crotch of her red
cotton panties well to one side. Jane kneeled down in front of her and
gave her labia a good licking.

“Give me a drink mary, I promise not to spill a drop!”

At this request, Mary let loose a very smelly early morning stream of deep
yellow piss right down Janes wide open mouth. Jane swallowed and gulped,
allowing only a little to dribble down her cheeks onto the floor of the
booth. Mary’s sparsely hair covered cunt was being held wide wide open by
Jane’s fingers.

When mary had pushed out the last drop, Jane heard her straining.

“Nnnnnnn …”. Mary was pushing hard and her abdomen was contracting.

“Go on my love, yes yes. Go on!”, hissed Jane, frigging away at her own
pussy through her panties and at mary’s clit. She then moved her hand away
from Mary to get a good view. Mary was now leaning back somewhat with her
own hands by her side on the bench, thrusting her crotch outwards toward
Mary.

Mary’s anus swelled. With each push, the bulge was larger, until the shit
hole opening began to gape just a little. On the fourth or fifth push,
jane could see the palish brown tip of what was to come. jane gave it a
gentle push back with her finger.

Then a bigger harder push, “GRRRR nnnnnnnnnnn ……” Now the turd was
well on its way. Mary’s pale skin conrasted so wonderfully with the circle
of her anus which was now stretched to accomodate waht was clearly a record
breaking turd.

With more pushing, and jane holding the monster as it emerged, mary could
now clearly see for herself the enormity of what she was producing

“Jesus Jane! It’s a prize winner. Nnnnnnnnn ….”

One final long push and the turd accelerated out onto the bench. It did not
curl, but simple lay full and more or less straight, a good ten inches long
and an inch or more in diameter for most of its length.

mary climbed off the bench and both women admired Mary’s work. Mary pulled
up her panties and, bending over, arse to Jane, invited jane to press a
finger into her rear through those panties. Jane did this, pushing the
cotton of the panties well up Mary’s arse soiled arse.

“I want these panties to have a good stain to mark this event my love!”

Both girls then hastily left the nbooth, threw the untried garments into
the hands of a shop assistant, and sped out of the store.

Jane Has Some Difficulty Shitting

Saturday, June 14th, 2008

The two women, Jane and Mary, were sitting watching the TV. They had had a
good meal and had decided to spend a relaxed evening in.

It had been three days since the picnic trip and they had not played any of
their pooey games since then.

Jane spoke. “I meant to tell you Mary, that I’ve really really come alive
since we started our fun games. You are such a good good friend!”

Mary instantly shot back “Same goes for me my love. Are you in the mood or
something”

“Well yes. I have been ’saving up’ for you. It’s been two days since I
have done a bigjob you know?”

“Bathroom…?”

“Why not?”, said Jane, “let’s be conventional for once !” They laughed.
“But we can use the full floor space!”

The friends decided to strip naked. “Come on then Jane, how about a nice
squat down right in the middle of the floor.”

Jane squatted down and pulled her panties to one side. “Nnnnnnnnnnnn…..”
A big push with huge effort. “nnnnnnnn”

This went on for a few moments. Mary stood over Jane letting her finger
and lick her pussy through and round mary’s panties. Between straining of
course!

Mary said “What’s happening… oo.. that’s nice…but ..mmmm.. are you
getting anywhere?”

Jane replied, a little frustration in her voice. “My rear feels so fully
loaded, but I just can’t move it. You’ll have to help mary”

“Ok Ok…get down on all fours and I’ll take a look”

Jane did so and mary made a close examination of mary’s bum hole.

“Give another big push Jane!”

Jane did so. Mary put her tongue against Janes hole which bulged and
pushed against it.

“It’s going to have to be a finger job. Ready?”

Jane giggled her consent as Mary wet one finger first in her own cunt then
in Jane’s. Then into Jane’s bum hole.

“Well, I’ve got my finger half in and I can already feel it! Jesus..it’s a
real torpedo poo!. PUSH! I’ll try and get this finger well in and help it
out”

Jane really strained hard. Her whole body went rigid with each heave.
Mary now had her finger wedged alonside the long fat poo in Jane’s rectum.
The pressure made Jane piss voluminously right onto the floor, the piss
puddle running around her knees and lower legs. Mary curled her finger
round a little to try and help hook out the beast.

“Come on…one more BIG heave Jane!”

“Grrrrnnnnnnnnn…. yeah”

At last the first part of the poopy stick showed itself to Mary, who slid
her shitty finger out of Jane’s arse hole”

More pushing, but then a halt. Now a good four inches of turd were
sticking rigidly out of Jane.

“Jane.. I have a wondeful idea! Get up get up!”

Mary lay down on the floor and lifted her legs really high and back over
her shoulders so her cunt was aimed almost to the ceiling. With her hands
she spred and opened hur pussy, glistening wet.

Jane was staning with the monster turd sticking firm from between her
cheeks

“Now”, said Mary, “FUCK ME WITH THAT CHOCKY STICK!”

Even Jane was slightly amazed, but totally delighted! So, she turned her
back to Mary and slowly lowered her rear down until the tip of the turd
entered Mary’s gaping hole. It would go in well, it was so firm. Soon
Jane was sitting almost fully down on Mary’s twat, locked to her by the poo
now well up Mary. Slowly the two women started to gently thrust in rhythm
and the protruding turd slid in and out of Mary like a dark brown cock…

Jane and Mary Continue Their Shitty Picnic

Friday, June 13th, 2008

The two women walked quickly down the lane, hand in hand, until they came
to a nice grasy space under the trees.

“Lie down Mary… I have to perform an inspection!”

They both knew what would be found.

Mary lay on her back and hoisted up her skirt around her waste, legs parted
and knees lifted high. She led her legs up and aprt with a hand under each
thigh. Jane got down close and lifted the corner of the crotch of Mary’s
panties. What she saw was a nice firm squashed up poo, pretty large.

“It looks like you have a half pound hamburger in your knickers my love!”

Jane proceeded to knead the pile through mary’s panties, rubbing on her
clit, also through the soft cotton, at the same time.

“MMMMmmm.. lovely Jane”, sighed Mary, gyrating her hips to press against
Jane’s probing hands.

This continued for a couple of minutes.

“I am going to HAVE to join you Mary! And by the feeling I have, there
should be no problem. My love, take your top off and bare your titties”

Mary did so. Her lovely nipples were standing proud.

Jane pulled off her panties from under her flowery skirt and, one leg on
either side of Mary, squatted over Mary’s chest.

“A little shower first I think Mary”

Janes spread her cunt lips very wide with her hands and mary slid two
fingers deep into the glistening cunny. Then, Jane let loose. The golden
stream of piss splashed onto mary’s chest and chin and ran down Mary’s arm.
jane moved her hips directing the fast flow onto maty’s nipples; left,
right, left, right!

Soon the last dribbles were coming and Jane poitioned herself right over
mary’s mouth. Mary had just finished licking her fingers, withdrawn from
Janes’s magic box. The last drops were lapped up by mary.

“Now…Nnnnnnnn ….what you…ggnnnnn…have been waiting for my love”,
grunted Jane.

Jane was using her hands to hold her bum cheeks apart so Mary could clearly
see what was happening.

“Oh Jane… you are nearly turning inside out! Such a huge bulging shit
hole. All browny pink and gorgeous! And here it comes….yeah!”

Jane’s hole at last opened to allow the first part of a smallish turd to
emerge. It quickly dropped onto Mary’s chin. Mary took it in her hand and
massaged it against Jane’s straining belly.

More grunting from Jane, then the main course started to be served.
Opening wide, jane’s hole allowed the slow passage of a very knobbly poo
which dropped onto Mary’s chest. Then a long long thin and quite squishy
one, which came out quite rapidly and seemed to go on for ever. It curled
up onto Mary’s chest as it was delivered.

Before jane had quite finished (there was still an inch dangling from her)
jane simply plonked down sitting in the pile on Mary. Both women giggled
uncontollably as Jane wriggled and squirmed her arse on Mary, the brown
lumpy goo sqishing out under Janes bum while mary was reaching round to
frig her own clit and feel at the load in her own panties.

Jane and Mary shitting

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

“Mary!”, exclaimed Jane as she entered the room. Seeing Mary there,
shit sticking from her, admiring herself in the mirror, Jane was made
almost instantly wet at the crotch.

“Oh Jane. Look at it. It’s only half out too! Kiss me Jane, please!”

Jane, wearing her smart office clothes (grey pin-stripe two piece) went
over to Mary and leaned over to give her a deep lingering kiss.
She let one hand play on Mary’s left nipple, then moved it down to tease
the edge of Mary’s stretched shit hole. The side of Jane’s finger rubbed
against the side of the bulky protruding poo poo.

“Put your panties back properly this instant Mary!”

Mary was surprised at this order, but obeyed.

“And pull them well up!”

Mary stood pulling at her panties. There was, of course, a huge bulge at
the rear, one that any mad would be proud of if it were round the other
side!

“Shall I finish off Jane ?”

“Why not ?”

Mary heaved “Nnnnnnn….”, and the mound in her knickers grew larger.

“Now, Mary, we’ll go and watch a video!”

In the living room, Jane set up the VCR with a tape called “Hot Sluts”.
Not Spielberg’s latest! The two women sat next to each other on the sofa.
There was not much by way od build up in this movie! The opening scene
had a teenage girl , maybe seventeen, on her hands and knees with an older
woman, probably thirty or so, kneeling behind her reaming out the first
girl’s shit hole with a candle.

As they watched, Jane reched down to Mary’s crotch and started to massage
her cunt through Mary’s panties. Her fingers reached round to knead the
warm shitty mound held in those panties.

“Mmmmm … that’s lovely Jane”.

Jane, with her other hand, had hoisted up her own skirt and was fingering
her own cunny. Both women had eyes glued to the video.

“Yeah …. !”, cheered Mary as the candle was withdrawn from the ass of the
girl in the movie leaving a shitty streak along her left buttock.

“Lie down Mary, on the floor. You need a rub!”

Mary got down onto the floor and Jane sat on Mary’s back, facing Mary’s
feet. With both hands Jane massaged and pummeled Mary’s buttocks.
Regularly, letting fingers roam, she would squeeze and squash the poo in
Mary’s panties.

“These panties will have to go!”, cried Jane, and dragged them off Mary,
hoisting Mary’s legs into the air.

Mary’s arse was in a fine state. Caked and clogged with poo. Jane just
dived in with her hands and spread the load all over Mary’s arse, lower
back and the top of her legs. Chocolate brown stinky goo on that pale
and tender skin. Mary was moaning with pleasure.

Jane now lifted herself up and pulled her own panties to one side. Semi
squatting over Mary’s buns, Jane let go a very forcefull gush of piss which
spashed and sprayed over Mary, making the shitty mess run over Mary’s sides
onto the carpet…

Jane and Mary sexy babes part5

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

“Oh yes. Ram it right in Mary. Please!”

Mary pushed and soon the vegetable was buried eight inches into Jane. Mary
stood back to survey the scene, and picked up the Polaroid camera. She
framed the shot and soon displayed to Jane the fine sight of her arse with
protruding cucumber.

Mary now took a pair of scissors and cut Jane’s panties clean off her.

“It’s got to come now Mary! I have to dump this load!”

“Then go ahead.”, said mary, with a grin, looking down at peter and adding
“Are you ready young man?”

“Grrrnnn….nnnnnnnnn” Jane was pushing.

Janes’s shit hole started to gape and the huge contents emerged. Mary
quickly took a couple of more Polaroids. Jane now let loose a strong
yellow and very stinky stream of piss which splashed and cascaded over
Peter’s head. Peter attempted to catch as much of it as he could in his
mouth, and swallowed thirstily.

There stood jane. Now semi-sqautting from her standing position, with one
large green cucumber protrding from her cunt now partnered by a good five
inches of fat shit sticking from her shit hole.

“Jane! Now I want you to drop the cucumber from your cunt and take hold of
your turd and push it all out into your palm”, Mary commanded.

Jane reached round, pulling the cucumber from her cunt and lettinf Peter
catch it. he sniffed the musky pissy vegetable and took a bite from it.

Now Jane had the emerging turd cupped in her hand. She started to push it
out, the monstrous beast curling onto her hand. It was very large though,
and a couple of bits broke off and descnded with a splat onto Peter’s face.

Mary was shooting more Polaroids. She then put down the camera as jane
moved around with the turs in her hands.

“Give it to me Jane”

Mary held out her hands and recieved the dark, stinking gift.

“Massage Peter ?”

The two women knelt down beside Peter and, when mary had dumped the handful
onto his chest, both of them started to massage it all over him. It
mingled and tangled with his chest hair.

“Now Peter, I have a little examination to perform. Lift up your legs and
spread them”

Peter, still in stunned silence, simply obeyed. Mary got down between his
legs and parted his arse cheeks. With one very shitty finger she geban to
proble his hole.

“While I do this Jane, see if you can wash some of that lovely stuff of his
chest”

So, Jane straddled Peter and with her hands parted wide her cunt lips. The
odours in the room were now intoxicating. Soon piss started to cascade
from Jane. She gyrated her hips and used her fingers to hose all over
Peters chest. Lumps of spread shit mingled with the piss and started to
run off the side of Peter’s body.

By now, Mary had two fingers buried full length into Peter…

Part 6

The final dribbles of piss dripped from Jane down onto Peter’s chest. The
stink in the room was now overwhelming.

“Mary, what can you feel up there? Has Peter been saving something up for
us my love?”

Mary had her fingers ( three of them now ) buried well into Peter’s hole.

“Well, let me put it like this, I think our lovely Peter here has not
visited the bathroom for a poo for a while!”

Both women giggled uncontrolably.

“Right Peter,” said Mary, attempting a touch of control in her voice, and
sliding her shitty fingers from his arse, go and kneel over there on the
sofa with your arse sticking out towards us. And remain silent!”

Peter stood and went over to the sofa. He kneeled as instructed, resting
his head and arms on the back of the sofa.

“Spread thos legs and cheeks young man!”, ordered Jane.

Mary pressed her lips to Peter’s smeared hole. “mmmm.. tasty! I think you
need to go Peter, yes?”

Peter began his poo poo. Mary probed at his his hole has he pushed. “Mmm,
bulging nicely Peter. Let have a good lick at it!” As she licked Peter’s
ruddy brown anus it widened suddenly and the first inch of a good sized
chocky stick appeared.

Mary, on impulse, opened her mouth wide … to receive the package!

Peter grunted, throwing his head back, his abdomen contracting hard.

Jane stood over this scene with a hand on each of Peter’s cheeks, ensuring
they were well spread.

Now, Mary had in her wide open mouth,the remote end of Peter’s shit. It
was solid and medium dark. Her lips were sealed around it as if giving a
blow job!

“Oh God, this is fantastic” exclaimed Jane, “but I need something in me!”

Jane released Peter’s cheeks and retrieved the nibbled cucumber from
earlier. She simply swuatted down and rammed the thing almost full length
into her aching pussy. As she did so, she groaned and grunted, determined
to force out another shit to accompany the scene unfolding in front of her.

Mary had her back to Jane. She took her mouth away from Peter’s poo for a
momnet , revealing a rather fetching brown lipstick! She demanded a
description of what Jane was doing”

“I have the cucumber up my cunt. Grrrr..nnnn. And I’m having a poo on the
carpet. Here it comes. I’ll just reach around and get a bit. It feels
quite soft this one, Ahhh.. ther, I have it. Now I think I’ll take a
little taste!”

Jane brought the small roundish turd to her lips and licked. Then, a bite.

Mary had returned to Peter’s toilet duties. The turd had now fully exited
from his hole. Mary held the single long brown sausage in her had and
sucked on it. Jane came over to admire.

“Well done Peter! It’s a beauty!”, Jane praised.

Soon, the women gathered up all the pieces of shit that they could find
around. There was plenty now. They lay Peter down and piled the load all
over his body, moudling and pressing it onto him. Mary decorated her large
and rounded breasts with globs of it, teasing her nipples as she did so.

“My turn on the cock now I think Mary!”

Jane mounted Peter’s cock, which was now fit to burst, forcing her shit
hole down onto it. Her arse hole was so shitty it slipped in quite easily.
She slid herself down it’s full length. As she rose and fell on his tool,
it became more and more streaked with dark chocolatey shit.

Meanwhile Mary straddled Peter’s face and pressed her hard worked holes
hard against him. She rubbed her cunt and shit hole hard against his face.
Building up to orgasm now, she reached forward and smeared shit from his
body on her own breasts and face, licking her fingers as she did so. She
beagn to come in explosive waves.

Peter was also about to come. Jane was gasping loudly as she pumped
Peter’s cock in and out of her shit hole. She rubbed her pissy cunt and
clit hard.

The first sound from Peter for a long time now, “Arrrrhhhh arrhhhh yes!
yes!”. Peter delivered a hot jet of come up Janes’arse. His cock pulsed
and squirted deep inside her. As soon as the last wave of come had ended,
jane immediately lifted herself off, shitting out Peter’s cock. In a rush,
she pushed mary away and squatted legs very wide over Peter’s open mouth
and pushed out a slimy brown stream of cum and shit straight into it.

All three now lay collapsed exhausted. Shit and piss was all over each of
them and on the floor and furniture.

“Well”, said jane, “I guess we could go out for dinner now!”

They all laughed.

Working jane mff part2

Tuesday, June 10th, 2008

He entered the room, but she rose minimally to greet him. He smiled when

he saw her nipples. They started to work on his case. It was a small, home

dispute with his neighbor about him smashing the back end of a car. They

worked for a half hour before it happened.

Jane reached across the desk for a pencil, while at the same time,

unknowingly, Tim reached for one. Their hands touched. A magic spark flew.

They looked into one another’s eye.

She stood up. Her pussy and ass were exposed, and he got even harder. He

came around the desk and ripped his shirt off and dropped his pants. She

took her sweaty blouse off and threw it aside. She sat in the chair, his

legs over the arms of the chair, reclining, with his hard, hot cock sticking

way out. She eased on him, his hot cock sliding easily into her slippery

pussy.

His tongue probed her mouth and their tongues sucked one another. She

leaned her head back and he licked the sweat which was pouring from her.

They fell to the floor in mad passion.

She got on all fours and he mounted her. He slipped his dick in her

perfect asshole. She moaned in enjoyment and stuck her ass up higher trying

to coax his cock in deeper. Once in, she continued to moan and started to

rock up and down. His hands came round her and grabbed her tits, squeezing

them fully. He pulled out and they 69′d.

Her pussy was being penetrated by his tongue and his cock was being suck

dry by her hot, full lips. She stuck her hands in his ass and felt it

thoroughly. They were in full heat when the phone rang. She would have

ignored it but her secretary would check on her. She answered it, and her

secretary told her she had a new appointment in 5 minutes.

Tim took one final suck of her nipples, thanked her, dressed, and left.

She just laid in the middle of the room, with her legs fully spread apart.

She built up her energy and told her secretary to cancel her next

appointment, no matter what. She heard her secretary telling her next

client that she had to cancel, and heard the client stomp off in furry, then

she hung up.

Her secretary walked in to find her buck naked laying on the floor. Then

Jane remembered that her secretary had a reputation for being a lesbian and

she shut the door behind her. The secretary, Jill, took all her clothes off

and laid on her boss. They sucked each other’s tongues. They fucked and

fucked, sticking their whole hands up each others pussy, playing with their

cunts. After that they each dressed, fully exhausted, and went home.

Jane went home, dropping all her clothes on the doorstep, and went in.

Her house was huge, for she was a fine lawyer. She went upstairs and went

to sleep.

The next morning she woke. When she was fully restored, she realized it

was noon. She was lucky to find it was Saturday, and went downstairs for

breakfast. After breakfast she went upstairs to dress.

Once again she put on no underwear, just a tee-shirt and tight jeans. The

jeans squeezed her pussy tight and her ass was shown completely.

The door bell rang. When she answered it, there stood Tim. Tim was just

wearing jogging shorts and shoes. She unzipped her jeans and dropped them.

She then proceeded to take off her tee-shirt. The boys across the street

could see this whole sex act, and they enjoyed it. She caught a glimpse of

them watching, and smiled to them. She then spread her legs to the window,

and felt her pussy for the boys. Then Tim was naked, and they proceeded to

fuck till they both fell into a deep sleep.

At her office, Jane then began a long, lasting, hot, sexual relationship

in which she never wore skirts in the office again…

Working jane mff

Monday, June 9th, 2008

Archive-author: The Electric Monk

Archive-title: Jane

The temperature was at least 100 degrees that day and everyone was hot.

Jane was especially hot because she was dressed in a blouse, skirt, and

stockings. She carried a leather brief case and headed for work. She lived

alone and slept alone. When I say alone, I mean ALONE. No clothes! Little

did she know that wearing no bra and underwear would be so sensuous and

revealing. Sweat poured from her every gland and she was thoroughly

satisfied. When she entered her building she was hit with cold air which

shocked her. She causally entered the elevator, which was empty.

It wasn’t until now that she realized her blouse stuck to her, fully

exposing her breasts and nipples which were fully erect. This excited her

so much, she had to stick her hand down her stockings and feel her wet,

slick, pussy. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor, even though she was

going to the tenth floor. A tall, dark haired man walked in, dressed in a

business suit. He caught glimpse of her sweat-soaked shirt and smiled.

She knew he was becoming hard, and she enjoyed it totally, by licking her

teeth to make it worse. She then, as it hit the tenth floor, dropped her

briefcase in front of her. She bent over to pick it up, sticking her ass

way in the air showing it off.

She felt his hard cock, fully dressed, push against her tight, wet ass.

If the door hadn’t opened, they would have gone further. She smiled at him

and he smiled back. Then she exited the elevator.

Jane walked down the hall to a door which read: “Hosmon & Williams Law.”

She entered, and walked past the reception desk, where the secretary, who

was on the phone, nodded at her. Jane walked to the other end of the room

and walked into the door on the right.

Her office was large and beautifully decorated. She wiped her forehead

and went to the desk. She put the briefcase on the desk, opened it up and

sat, back, enjoying and air conditioning.

Then an idea came to her head and she leapt up. She undid her belt and

dropped her skirt, took off her panties, stockings and shoes, and sat down,

with only a blouse on, which was soaked to the nipple. She took out her

papers, and started to write when her phone rung.

“A Mr. T. Smith is here to see you. May he enter?”

She had to think for a second, looking at her bare pussy. Tim was a very

sexy man, who worked out and had light blond hair.

“Send him in…”

…End of the part1. To be continued..

part9

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

started to ask him about it when he told me to sit on the floor. “Show me how you

play with yourself,” he said matter of factly, rather as if he’d asked to see how

brushed my hair. I sat down. I didn’t want him to see this. I agreed, but I was

looking for a way out of it. I sat down, leaned against the big chair and pulled

a pillow behind me. I showed him. It was very weird. He was paying so much

attention to me that it became flattering. I was very shy at first, but he

gently encouraged me and he was right, I didn’t want him to leave. It seemed

stupid to have had rather intimate sex with him, but draw the line at this. I was

close to coming when the doorbell rang. I stopped dead, as if they’d know I was

doing this if I kept it up. J took a $20 from his wallet and handed it to me.

“That’s the Pizza delivery man. Tell him to keep the change.” I stood up and

reached for my robe. “No. Like that.” J said, “You can hide behind the door, at

first, but open it all the way and let him see you when you pay him and take the

pizza.”

I realized later that J was a master of contradictions. I flirt, therefore he

puts me into situations where I’m afraid to flirt. He gets me horny and then

changes what’s happening so I can’t do anything about it. I like to make people

notice me and he makes me the center of attention so I can’t do anything to be

noticed more. I like to lead men on and he takes control. He is the master, but

he’ll only stay until I tell him to go. J is a head trip, a royal head trip.

He’s also kind of cute, not just physically, but in how he manipulates me to do

more than I want or than I dare. Look at what he did to me. He insists that I

masturbate for him. He watches me the whole time, but keeps me off balance when

get near coming so that I’m incredibly horny and he won’t quite let me come.

When I’m sure he’ll let me come in a second or two, the doorbell rings and he

tells me that I’m supposed to flash the pizza dude. I might go to the door in a

nightie, or even in my leotards, but this is just more than I’m normally

comfortable with. Yes, it excited me. Sooooo, I took the $20 and went to the

door. I could feel J’s eyes on my back (ok, maybe lower). I smelled of sex at

this point. I wondered if the pizza man would be able to tell (or just guess).

I opened the door and looked around it, not exposing anything except for my head.

The delivery man was about 19, tall and well built. He said something like

“Pizza delivery.” I can’t remember what exactly. Inwardly I took the equivalent

of a deep breath and reached out for it as I stepped around the door, handing him

the twenty at the same time. He looked as if he’d frozen. Mechanically he took

the bill, giving me the pizza. I swear I couldn’t help myself. “It’s been so

warm lately, hasn’t it? Oh, just keep the change.” I slid back in and closed

the door behind me. J was there. He took the pizza and set it on the table. He

had his tongue in my mouth while his hand took possession of my sex. He forced

me up against the door and kissed and fondled me to an orgasm while I stood

there, pressed against the cold wood. J then took the pizza into the other room

and we ate it along with about 2/3 of a bottle of wine, both still naked. Well I

wasn’t naked. I still had my collar. During dinner J would gently touch me in

all sorts of ways. His hands would slide over my thighs, his leg would rub along

side of mine, a lot of things like that. I certainly didn’t calm down much.

After dinner he took me back to the living room where he sat on the couch with

me. He said he was going to play a game with me. The point was how much

frustration I could stand. He began by having me touch my breasts following his

…End of the part9. To be continued..

part8

Saturday, June 7th, 2008

had me very aroused before he entered me. It was only a minute or two before I

began to come. I tried to bear down on him, to bring him along, but I was very

… warmed up? I couldn’t wait for him. I started coming and I was loud enough

to make it very clear to him what was happening. He started to pump faster and

faster into me, pushing me along as I came. As I came down, he slowed, but kept

up the basic rhythm. I was about to start working on him when he slid out. I

made another of those incoherent sounds that was clearly something like, “Don’t

take it away.” He didn’t. The son of a bitch slid it, all slicked up into my

bottom, without a word of warning, rubbing my clit the whole time.

Having him enter my bottom kind of changed my perspective. I knew that I’d end

up going down on him, but I didn’t know how far he’d take it. When he slid into

me and then pulled out only to slide into my bottom, I knew that there were no

limits to what would happen this weekend. I mean, he’d been here less than an

hour. I like being stimulated when my bottom is taken. J certainly did that.

He’d taken possession of my clit before he’d entered me at all and he’d never

given it up. Rather than just getting the stimulation from behind, it was as if

his cock was reaching through me to rub me there. It was pretty intense. It was

also a surprise. I didn’t really expect this. I know you’ll think that is very

naive of me, but that’s how I am. I was deeply embarrassed at having gotten

caught after saying that I’d go down on him. I kept trying to find a way of

sliding out of it. What were the odds of my losing all those hands? I’m a

flirt. I am good at that. I pat men on the bottom occasionally and sit on the

odd lap (OK, a lot of laps) but this was beyond the pale. I started coming almost

as soon as He entered me. Having that strong a sensation was more than I could

bear. I’d been reasonably quiet for me at least up until then. I just started

screaming. I’m sure my neighbors could hear me. If J didn’t know what he’d

gotten himself into, he knew now. He kept pumping into me. He seemed to know

when I was nearing an orgasm, and stepped up the speed and intensity each time.

I lost track. I must have had three of four. I screamed again when he had his.

Only when I heard him groaning did I realize that he’d been silent since he’d

entered my bottom. I felt cheated by that. I think then that one of my goals

became, making him make some noise as I ’serviced’ him. Yes I know I’m grinning.

I expected a period of lethargy, maybe some cuddling; Not what J had in mind. He

caught his breath, but I didn’t know that he was going to maintain the ’sexual

slave’ business for the whole weekend if he could. He slid off of me and sat back

on the couch. There was no real volume to his voice. There was no hint of power

that was based on force. He said, very quietly, “Go get a wash rag from the

bathroom. Get it wet with warm water and clean me.” I started to get up and he

said, “Remember you’ll be taking me in your mouth so get it wet enough to do a

good job.” I realize that he was dropping hints at what might give me a “z

I came back with the wash rag, knelt between his legs and slowly and very gently

went over him with it. I’m not sure how much of a job he wanted me to make out

of it, but I took several minutes and was very thorough. By the time I’d taken

him in my mouth (just ta check) he was already hard again. He looked at his

watch, the only thing he was still wearing, and then reached for his pants. From

the pocket, he took out his wallet and put it on the table. He told me to put the

wash rag away and told me to take a few minutes in the bathroom if I wished. I

took advantage of that. When I returned, he was putting down the phone. I

…End of the part8. To be continued..

part7

Friday, June 6th, 2008

helpless (he had very strong hands) while being told I was a bad girl was a bit

more than I expected. I’m really used to being in charge, to being the prime

mover. That’s what confused me. I lost control on several levels. I wasn’t

playing his body, rubbing against him, teasing him, he was playing me like a

saxophone, or at this stage, maybe like a piano. On the other hand, it felt

pretty good. He didn’t really spank me especially hard and he did a very good

job of teasing me enough so that I desperately wanted him to let me come. He had

me really helpless. I tried to wiggle free, but there was no way I was breaking

away unless he let me up. The man has strong hands. It was also freeing in a

way. I didn’t have to decide when I was going too far or when to do much of

anything. I couldn’t even touch myself to make me come, not the way he was

holding me. He had taken charge and I was just along for the ride. I did feel

fairly silly reaching orgasm as he told me I was a bad little girl. I have to

shake my head when I think about that part. When the orgasm began to subside, I

expected him to let me up and tell me to DO something. Not J! He let me relax

for just a moment, then he began to rub my clit again. I started to squirm. He

had me humping against his fingers and then began playing with me like my pussy

was the remote control for the rest of my body. He slid his fingers into me. He

rubbed just my clit, then took his hand away and spanked my bottom, then with no

warning penetrated me again with his thumb, sometimes just doing that, others

rubbing my clit as well. He kept varying it. He’d suddenly increase the

stimulation and then stop and go onto something else. I don’t know how many

times he made me come. 4 or 5, I guess. He played with my bottom, my slit, my

pussy, my clit, and even slid his thumb into my bottom. OK, yes, I loved it.

After a while he let me relax. He sort of slipped out from under me, leaving me

laying on the couch, my chest and arms on the couch but kind of kneeling on the

floor at the same time. I think that the rest was more a question of getting my

bearings than it was of needing rest physically. If I’d been less taken aback,

I’d probably have preferred it go on. J came back and knelt beside me and handed

me a glass of water with ice in it. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I’d become. I

drank about half of it in a single extended glug. He let me put the glass down

and then caught my eye. “Let me explain my rules for the weekend. There are only

three. I’ll go whenever you tell me that’s what you want. That’s rule one. Rule

two is I am in total charge as long as I’m here. Rule three is once we begin

something we will finnish it. “Do you understand these rules?” I nodded at him.

This was going to be more of a head trip than I’d originally thought. I took

another drink of water. Without speaking he took the glass from me and set it on

the end table. “Lean back down,” J told me as he pushed my chest gently back onto

the couch. He spread my legs and fondled my whole pussy for a few seconds. I’d

seen his cock was hard, even after going into the kitchen, finding a glass,

getting me a drink and coming back out. He had me thrusting my hips at his hand

after only a few seconds. I could feel his erection brushing against my bottom.

He just kept fondling me. I was starting to do more than just moan. He pushed me

until I started to say things. What? Oh, nothing coherent. “Oh, yes,” or my

favorite, “Arghhh,” that kind of thing. NO, I wasn’t begging at least

not yet. Anyway he suddenly slides into me, practically without stopping what

he’s doing with his hand. In fact, he slides his hand around my hip, gets to my

clit again and keeps rubbing even while he’s in me. He filled me marvelously.

He practically screwed me into the couch. My bottom was making itself known. It

was just tender, but I couldn’t do anything like this without noticing it. He

…End of the part7. To be continued..

part6

Thursday, June 5th, 2008

he was saying. The fact that I was taking off his clothes helped that along too.

I’m sorry? I didn’t get– Oh, well not really. The Chief is very skilled and

energetic in bed, but I can’t see him in a Zorro cape. That just isn’t the way

we interact. I see myself, on the other hand, as a kind of sexual Diva. When we

get out of bed, I think there should be applause and a bouquet of roses handed to

me as I bow to the audience. Sex is very enjoyable for me and I like to be

playful. The fact that the Chief is so straight makes it fun to play off of him.

Ok, so I’m taking off J’s clothes. I got his shirt off, and did his shoes and

socks, and then took off his pants and shorts. No he wasn’t packing a gun, and

yes, he was glad to see me. I was very aroused at this point. Without a word

from him, I tossed his pants onto the other end of the couch and took him in my

mouth. I guess in a way I was trying to establish some control over the

situation. I wanted J to lose it a little. I wanted to see him have difficulty

controlling himself while I made him come, right there on the couch in my living

room. What I didn’t understand at that time was how important maintaining control

was to J and how much being in control enhanced his enjoyment. After a few

minutes, just as I was getting to him, he made me stop. I didn’t want to. I

resisted. I hoped to make him come before he could get away. J is a great deal

stronger than he looks. He pulled me away and jerked me over his lap. He held

both of my hands with his left hand, looped a leg over my right leg, that was the

one on the outside, and begins to spank me. He kept it up for, maybe a minute and

a half, long enough that I was no longer in doubt about who was in charge of the

weekend. He didn’t really hurt me, but my bottom was very red and he definitely

had my attention. Thinking back on it now, it is a pretty silly sight. I’m

naked. I’m draped over his lap. My hair is flying up and over my face. My

bottom is sore. I’m horny as hell, and what’s worse, I can feel his erection

poking into my stomach. That drove me crazy. Then after he’s warmed my bottom,

he begins to rub it. He still smacks it from time to time, but now he’s feeling

up my bottom. He lets his hand drift down. Because of the way he’s got my legs

separated with his, I can’t do anything to deny him access to my sex. He starts

touching the outside of it, running his fingers through my pubic hair. He keeps

this up, spanking me, fondling my bottom, teasingly touching my pubic hair, and

then he starts being more invasive. His hand starts to slide up and down my

slit, then going back to give my bottom a couple of whacks. His finger slides

into me, and then he gives me a couple of swats. He rubs my clit and gives me a

light spanking, then his hand is back again. He keeps this up until I’m moaning

and trying to shove my bottom onto his hand. Then he starts to chide me for not

following his directions. I tried to imagine that I was being punished for being

disobedient. I liked that. He was rubbing my clit and bringing me very close

when he really began to lecture me. I came just as he told me that I was “a bad

little girl.” Yes, I’ll admit it, the whole situation had gotten much more weird

than I anticipated. I’d basically expected to have him ravish me, probably on

the floor of the living room the first time. I’d expected to, well kinda,

outlast him. I mean, if he takes me in the living room right away, and then a

few minutes later I go down on him, and he tries to take me again … Js not a 19

year old or anything. I really expected to burn him out and then just kind of be

titilated by being naked around him. I expected to be able to control the

situation by making him come several times and then to tease him to get even for

him winning the bet in the first place. So being draped over his knee, spanked

(ok, I kind of liked that part) made to come with his fingers and being held

…End of the part6. To be continued..

part5

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

seven. That’s when I took off the robe. I’d been horny all afternoon, horny and

apprehensive. Taking off the robe seemed to send a shot of something through me.

I hung up the robe, looked at myself in the full length mirror, noticed

appreciative the lack of elastic marks from panties or a bra, and went down to be

near the door when he drove up. I was almost in the living room when the door

bell rang.

I should probably say a little more about J before I go much farther. I’ve known

J probably a couple of years now. Not well, mind you, but I’ve known him. He’s

been part of The Chief’ card game group for the whole time. I only play cards

with them every couple of months, and then J was only a face in the crowd most of

the time. His face was well worth looking at, and I’d flirted with him on more

than one occasion. The other thing that I noticed about J was that he was always

… a nice guy. He was pleasant and seemed to go out of his way to make people

comfortable around him. So, all that in mind, I felt reasonably safe with J. I

had no bad vibes at all, and he was familiar enough to put me at ease. He was

sexy enough to make me take notice, and intelligent enough to keep me on my toes.

Anyway, I’m just stepping into the living room dressed as he requested (that it

not dressed at all) when the door bell rings. Well, two things went through me

like a shot. This solid strong pang of apprehension (WHAT THE HELL HAVE I GOTTEN

MYSELF INTO) and this sudden realization that I’m really horny, roughly as horny

as if I’d been laying on my back and the Chief had run his hand over my pussy. I

walk up to the door and peek out. It’s J, which is at least better than

answering the door like this to the Fuller brush man. J comes in and gives me an

appreciative once over. He gestures for me to turn around which I do. He goes

over to the couch and sits down. “I wasn’t sure you’d really do it until you

opened the door. I would have understood if you hadn’t.” I’m sure I’m blushing,

but there’s no mirror handy to check. J gestures for me to come here. “You’re

serious about this?” he asks. I nod in agreement. J reaches into his coat pocket

and with his other hand signals me to kneel down in front of him. “Then let’s do

this right,” he says and then his hands are on my neck for a few seconds. I’m

not sure what I expected him to grab, but my neck wasn’t it. I feel something go

around my neck and he removes his hands. “Go look in a mirror. Let me know how

you like it.” I stand and go into the bathroom and look in the mirror. Attached

around my neck is a red leather dog collar with a metal strip on it that has my

name etched into it.

pt. 6. J gestures for me to come over and kneel at his feet again. “Did the

collar excite you?” He’s looking directly into my eyes as he says this. I can’t

maintain eye contact. I looked down which shows me I’m naked, which didn’t help

my state of mind. I nodded my head. “You’re excited by the whole idea, aren’t

you?” Still looking down, I nodded again. “Then you should probably take my

coat.” J says. I took his coat and hung it on the pegs by the front door. When

I got back to J he is clearly checking me out. He told me to undress him then.

As I was unbuttoning his shirt, he told me that whenever I was not doing

something specific I was to be at his feet, kneeling, and this last part he was

very specific about, with my knees wide apart so that he had free access. For me

to enjoy it, he told me, I should try to think of myself, of my body as his

property. Imagine that I was a slave who could be whipped for showing any

reluctance to please or any disrespect. Ok, Ok, so he got me hot just from what

…End of the part5. To be continued..

part4

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

and giving J a blow job for desert) to a whole weekend as a, how did he put it?

“Obedient sexual slave.” The Chief was mostly amused at my losing the first bet.

I don’t know how to tell him (or if I should tell him) about the rest. About now

the Chief comes back in with a tray with some coffee cups & cookies on it. He

sets it down turns to me and says, “Unless you still have something to bet, I

expect we’re through.” Luckily I’m still blushing or the flush I could feel would

have given something away. This has definitely gotten out of hand. J, with great

ceremony, returns my shirt, which I put on while we eat our cookies and drink the

coffee. J and The Chief go to the living room. I follow, and sit v-e-r-y

carefully (J only gave back the shirt). After the cookies are gone and J is

making the “I’m on my way out” motions, he stops and asks me what time dinner is

on Friday. “Seven,” I stammer. “That would be wonderful,” he says. He gathers up

his winnings, returns my tights to me, kisses me on the cheek and saying goodbye

to the Chief, leaves. “Well you surely know how to spice up a low stakes card

game.” The Chief tells me as we go up to bed. “You don’t know the half of it!” I

think to myself. Anyway, I didn’t hear from J until Wednesday. He called me

during the day and wanted to know if we were still on for Friday. I could feel

myself redden. I duck my own embarrassment by answering only the question he

asks. I reply that sure, we’re on or something like that. As I sit there

listening to him, I’m breathing faster, becoming anxious, and at the same time,

becoming quite horny. I’ve been putting this out of my mind as if I couldn’t

quite believe that he’d appear or that anything would happen. His voice disturbs

that. While I’m dealing with these emotions, he tells me quietly that I don’t

have to have him come over. Not sure how to react, I heard myself tell him that

it was fine. Taking a deep breath, I tell him that I always pay off my debts.

He said something then. I was sufficiently distracted that I’m not sure of the

exact wording, but he says, “You don’t do this because you lose a bet. If you

want me to come over, it should be because you want me to, not because you have

to.” Well, that messed up my head. I actually hear myself telling him that I

want him to come over. A part of it is that it seems like cheating to just duck

out on my bet. A part of me really wants to know what J would want from a sexual

slave, other than the obvious. I also realize a part of me is anxious to have it

happen. Time seems to hang still. I imagine myself parading around in front of

him with nothing on; I imagine his desire as he watches me; I get horny in

anticipation of the way his gaze will make me feel. I realize on a conscious

level that I want this to happen to me. I realize that I want to have this

experience. He asks me if seven is still good. I told him yes. He then asked me

if I remembered how I was supposed to answer the door. I knew what he meant. I

told him yes. He told me, “O.K. It’s a date,” and said goodbye. I stood there

holding the phone for a long moment.

The Chief went off on his trip. I spent Friday seeing that the house was clean.

I changed the sheets on our bed even though it wasn’t the normal day. At 5 in

the afternoon, I took a long bath with scented bath oil. I did my hair and all

of the other things I’d do before something important. when I was done, I put on

a lose robe and went down stairs. I started dinner about six. My mind spun

between visions of being savagely (well passionately) taken repeatedly on my

living room floor, and a terribly sophisticated dinner during which I just

happened to be nude. I had everything more or less ready at about quarter of

…End of the part4. To be continued..

part3

Monday, June 2nd, 2008

cover the bet with my shirt if I win. J wants to know what I’m betting. I look

at his eyes, staring right through him and say that The Chief is going out of

town next weekend and that I’ll cook dinner for him, dressed this way on next

Friday night. The Chief wants to know what he gets if he wins. I tell the Chief

that he can pick a night for dinner and I’ll cook him what he wants dressed the

same way. The Chief considers this for a moment and decides that’s fair. J wants

to know what else comes with dinner. I swear it just jumped out. I hadn’t

thought of this prior to that moment. I told J that I’d go down on him for

desert.

The Chief started laughing again. “Just how many Aces do you have in that hand?”

He chortled. J piled my shirt up on the pot and said, “That seems more than

fair.” The bastard had drawn a third card to his pair. The Chief later told me

that I blushed all the way down to my nipples. How did the Chief react? Mostly

amused. He knows that even if I do something really outlandish, I’m just looking

for attention, not upset with him. Without going into details, I’ve done things

in the past that would show him that it’s him I love and am devoted to, even if I

do things that raise the odd eyebrow. One of my, still unfulfilled, fantasies is

to have The Chief be cross when I do something really beyond the pale and that he

will take me over his knee, spank me, force me to go down on him, and then take

me, without letting me get completely undressed. So, anyway, I’m here blushing

and the Chief gets up and goes into the kitchen for something to drink. J can’t

decide whether to be horrified or terribly pleased with himself. Finally, he asks

me, “Do I just get one dessert?” Well, that did it. I told him, only one, unless

he wants to try for a double or nothing. I suggest he can stay the weekend or

have me come to his house if he wins and I’m off the hook if I win. He cuts the

cards and shoves the deck at me. I pull up a 10. He pulls out a queen. Now, I’m

a firm believer in the law of averages. I know the odds on losing a high card

cut are the same each time you do it. I also know in the long run they average

out. The Chief is still in the kitchen. I can hear the ice maker running. Want

to try again? I asked J. His eyes bug out just a touch. He glances at the

kitchen door and the Chief is still too far away to hear us. I say, I’ve agreed

to stay like this all weekend and to go down on him. What would he want to try

double or nothing again? He gets this odd look on his face and says, “I’ve always

wanted a totally obedient sexual slave. Become that for the weekend if I win and

you’re off the hook if you win.” Now, I don’t claim to be quoting exactly. It as

late. I was tired, and I was certainly distracted myself. I shuffled the cards

and held them out to him. He drew a card and grinned. He showed me a Jack of

diamonds. I felt a sudden flush go through me. I could feel myself get moist and

the feeling that was somewhere between arousal and panic came over me. I picked a

card. I looked at it and found myself looking at an eight of diamonds. J

actually licked his lips for a moment. Before the Chief came back, J stared

straight into my eyes and said, “Be exactly like this waiting for me at 5:00 on

Friday. When I knock on the door, open it like this.”

So I’m sitting here at my dining room table. My shirt and tights are in the

chair next to J along with his other winnings. My bottom is slowly taking on the

pattern of the chair I’m sitting on because there’s nothing between me and it.

This has definitely not turned out the way I’d planned. I can’t believe I lost

both double or nothings. I went from cooking and serving a meal in the buff (OK,

…End of the part3. To be continued..

part2

Sunday, June 1st, 2008

my flirtings which rather than growing resigned to, he has come to enjoy over

time. J on the other hand was less amused than aroused. He looked at The Chief

and when he saw that it was ok with him, merely smiled and said that it was more

than ok with him. The Chief couldn’t speak yet, but waved at us to show it was

ok with him too. I won. Gathering in the quarters, I was back in business, and my

shirt had not so much as lost a button. It was my deal and we continued playing.

I can’t say for sure, but J seemed to be playing ‘for blood’ if that’s the right

phrase. He seemed very anxious to win from this point on. I don’t think the

Chief noticed. By the time it was the Chief’s deal, I was back down to 4

quarters. So this time I look at my cards and I find 2 queens and 2 sevens. I

drew one card, and when I ran out of coins, I made the same bet. This time J has

a flush, clubs. The Chief is not having an “I’m gonna choke in a second” problem

this time, but is quite amused. I stand up, turn my back to them and unbutton

the Chief’s shirt and slowly turning around, drop it on the pot. J reaches for

the coins and the shirt without looking at his hands, and then realizing that his

stare is locked on my chest, he looks up and makes eye contact with me. “I think

I owe you some change” J says, and gives me 10 quarters. I liked the look in his

eyes as he fought to maintain control. I also like that he was able to make eye

contact with me while my breasts fought for his attention. I sit back down and

wait for the Chief to stop laughing and deal. Its hard to concentrate on cards

when you’re half naked. J seemed to be able to maintain his focus fairly well

under the circumstances. I lost two hands straight, one to the Chief and one to

J. On the third hand I drew three fives. I ended up betting what change I had

left and then drawing 2 cards. I got an Ace and a six. J opened up with 2

quarters. When they looked at me, I said that I’d cover their bets with my

tights (the only blessed thing I was wearing). The Chief puts in 2 quarters and

then raises J 4 more. J sees that and raises 2 more. “Don’t worry, you still

have change coming.” J assures me. The Chief calls and J wins with a full house

of twos and aces. The boss had a jack high straight. They both looked away from

the cards on the table and looked at me. This was, while interesting, not the

way I’d imagined it going. I stood again, turned my back to them and pulled the

tights off. Turning around ever so slowly (toward J, giving him a full view of

my front, he’d won after all) I dropped my tights in the pot and sat back down.

Sitting back down was almost as good as covering myself with a towel. My breasts

were still exposed, but at least part of me was, sort of, covered. J gathered in

the pot, and again handed me 10 quarters. He collected the cards, shuffled, and

after the Chief’s cut, dealt another hand. What? How was this effecting me?

Hmmm. Well, I was a bit uncomfortable, but at the same time, excited. There was

this interesting combination of danger and safety in the situation. I was with

my husband; I was in my own house; and I was naked in the presence of J who I

had known for some time, but before this, the most flirtatious I’d been was to

sit on his lap and kiss his cheek at a party. I’m sorry, I didn’t …? Oh.

Well, yes, I was wet. I was excited enough that I could tell I was wet. Yes, I

could feel it. No I didn’t touch myself at all, it wasn’t that intense that I

HAD to touch myself, but I was quite aroused. So, anyway, I’m sitting here,

completely naked and we begin playing. I win a hand, and then lose two. I end

up with two pair again and the pile gets too big for the change I have left. Now

both of them had picked three cards. That means that they drew having only a

pair each. I’m feeling that this might be a good time to try and recoup my

losses. I tell them that I want to raise one more time, but that I want J to

…End of the part2. To be continued..