She drew three cards.She drew three cards. "Damn! These are the same as the ones I threw away!" "That happens. Now you take off your panties!" She stood, and removed them with a flourish which would have done justice to Gypsy Rose Lee. Pouting a bit, she said "Here. Take them. I can still win, you know!" That was true - you see we play strip poker with slightly -er - different rules. Just losing the clothes isn't the end of the game. Even naked, we have something left to bet - ourselves. Sometimes, we both run out of clothes, and that can be a lot of fun. Usually, we don't, and the winner gets to collect a very enjoyable wager from a (usually) willing slave! Surprisingly, she did win the next two hands. She eyed my cock through my shorts hungrily as I removed my pants. The bulge was a bit obvious, and the look on her face (to say nothing of the look of her nipples) told me that she wanted it. She dealt the next hand, and looked at me triumphantly. "I don't need any cards!" she said as I drew two. She had a full house, but so did I - and my cards were bigger. Her nipples were, too, as I said "You know the rules. Go get the toys!" "I'll get you next time!" she muttered as she walked out of the room. I kicked back, relaxed, and lit a cigarette as I pondered her fate. She returned, and put the box on the floor in front of me. "Turn around and close your eyes!" I commanded. "No peeking!" As I rummaged through the toys, I glanced up and caught her eyeing my selections. "I told you not to peek!" I said. "That's going to cost you!" "What are you going to do about it?" More defiance. I LOVE it when she gets that way, especially when she shouldn't. She does, too, which is why she does it. I grabbed a leather blindfold and placed it across her eyes, then buckled it carefully over her blonde hair in the back. |