2 and 4

Amy rolls the die for her forfeit. For a moment it looks like it will be another 6 (which would mean no forfeit!), but then it tips over to show the 2 on top. Amy groans inwardly. She's already running late, and now she'll have to give Bianca an orgasm just so she can wear some kind of shirt.

"Ah, I was kind of hoping you're roll a two," Bianca said. "I haven't cum in, like, 4 hours, and I'm interested in learning if you're technique has improved from the practice you got last night."

She leaned back on to her bed, and pulled her pajama bottoms and panties down to her ankles. Obediently, Amy went over to her and, with only a little hesitation, lowered her mouth down to her bullies waiting pussy. Bianca was waxed, and her pussy lips already starting to part with arousal, so Amy had no trouble finding her clit with her tongue. She started making small circles, then running her tongue up and down Bianca's clit with a little more pressure. She occasionally let her tongue slide along Bianca's slit, instead, forcing it a little ways between Bianca's lips.

"You may taste a little of Damian in there," Bianca said, her voice already breathy with pleasure, "I let him fuck me without a condom last night."

This added little bit of humiliation made Amy even hornier, leading her to attack Bianca's pussy with even more vigor. Bianca was clearly enjoying herself, groaning in little moans and squeaks, but it still took what felt like a long time, and Amy's lower jaw was aching by the time Bianca grabbed her by the back of the head and pushed her face against her pussy for her final bucking and writhing orgasm.

"Good, job, Boychest," she said, "I think I'm going to make you do that more often."

Amy wiped her face, which was slick with Bianca's pussy juices. Bianca pulled her pants back up and retrieved the white board.

"Now let's see what that little exercise has earned you."

Amy rolled the dice again. 4. A black fishnet top. Amy inspected the item where it lay on her bed. It would do nothing to cover up her flat-chest and prominent nipples unless she rolled some sort of bra for underwear. But one problem at a time, the fishnet shirt was about as good as any of the other options she had available to her.

"Okay," she said, "I'm ready to roll for my bottoms."

"Forfeit first," Bianca reminded her.