I tell them you are my stake; I’m putting you in the pot. XXNX As my hand lightly brushes your mound, you gasp. I began to shuffle. Over the next hour and a half, you are used repeatedly, all of the men take breaks and rest, but not you. They would likely assume you are a pro at a bachelor party; they would never guess you are a soccer mom from the PTA bake sale. You love the fact that you are expected to crawl over there and service him. Each man’s touch is different, some men’s touches are tender, others are rougher, one man just concedes his ante too simply suck on your nipples for the entire hand. It is almost like you want to prove to yourself that you can satisfy three men at once. You shamelessly load your own juice on your fingers




















