Michigan, 2, June

Mark begin to panic as the sexy top less blonde started to count down from 5. He needed to give an answer, he took his best shot. Tits are on the line tonight.

“Ummm... Michigan, two dogs and your middle name is... June,” he said.

Miranda didn’t respond at first, her hands remained covering her breasts. She then turned away, using one hand to cover both breasts and the other to pick up her sports bra from the ground.

“Sorry Mark, it’s Jane, Miranda Jane Brown,” she revealed.

Mark felt like he had been punched in the gut, he’s chance of seeing those glorious tits had been taken away from him once again.

Facing away from him again, Miranda slipped her sports bra over the top of her. She adjusted it to cover her breasts again before turning back.

“No tits for you,” she said bluntly, “But let’s just call it even on everything that’s happened, let’s forget about it and move on.”

If Mark’s dick underneath the covers could speak, it would be screaming. Watching her leave without revealing the goods was more **** than being filmed naked in the freezing cold shower.

“Sleep tight Mark,” she said as she left his door, turning off the light on her way out.

He was left alone, the room completely quiet, laying there by himself with nothing but a hard-on.