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Everyone does as I suggest. "Someone grab a couple of coins over there by my wallet and hand one to John and one to one of the CG guys," I direct. Allison picks up two coins next to my wallet, handing one to John and one to JP. "This game is called ‘flip for your slut'. It's a simple game. Each guy with a coin will flip the coin and the second guy will call either heads or tails. If indian he is right, then he wins, if he's wrong, he loses. If both guys win then they will flip and the winner of that will then get to choose the woman or slut if you prefer to play with for ONE HOUR. Four women, four guys. Everyone understand? Good, guys with the coins flip them high in the air," I direct. JP flips and his buddy Derrick calls heads. The coin lands, its tails. Derrick loses. John flips our coin. I call tails. The coin lands, its tails. I win. So, the order of choice is Me, JP, Derrick, then John. No one is arguing. I ponder whom I want to play with for an hour. In my head, I know that everyone is expecting me to say, Dakota. However, I wanted to do something different. I chose Allison, whose mouth fell open when I said her name. JP selected Belinda. Donna thought she could change his mind and said, “If I fucked another man, it would have to be just me and him. Faith was shaking, she knew she was physically aroused by Montana; yet, He yearns to do good. She began rubbing her clit. She groaned, her arm going around my neck as I pushed up her bra. "Yeah, that thought did occur to me. And it really turned me on to see you looking at your own dad's balls like that. Cleaning ourselves and wearing our clothes in three minutes which truly seemed like an eternity we heard a familiar voice calling our names. She had held her head high, perversely proud of her subjugated position amongst the men. He’s sound to sleep. “Yeah,” she pouted, “ I think I need some time to recover too.” “Cum for us baby, don’t hold back, then you can watch Julian fuck me. They've indian been waiting for us to get here. I hung up the phone and just sat there looking at my wife. “ummmm… I….” She interpreted that as acquiescence on his part and furthered her sexual attack of him.