Yourself

It had to happen eventually, you surmised as you see your own name written on the paper. You reach for the hat to pull again; but Miranda stops licking Tom’s dick to pipe up with a smirk, “What do you think you’re doing?” You’re confused, it seemed obvious, “I can’t really dare myself so it doesn’t count, right?” Miranda, though, just giggles, “You’re not getting out of it that easy, your name got pulled that means you get a dare! But you are right that you can’t dare yourself.” You open your mouth to ask where she’s going with this but Sarah seems one step ahead, even as predisposed as she is. “A new rule, then? How do we decide who dares the one who pulled their own name?”

Tom’s cock still maddeningly on her face, Miranda looks you right in the eye, “I think you should draw again.” Your confusion over her apparent step back must have been all over your face as she continues, “Draw again and whosever name you pick gets to decide your dare.”

Tom, never missing a chance to torment you instantly raises his hand, “Hell yea thats got my vote!” Matt apparently still mad at you, nods his head and looks to Sarah, who looks at you, “Sorry John, that’s four to one the new rule stands, draw again.” Though, the grin on her face tells you she’s more amused than apologetic.

You briefly consider protesting, but hearing how whiny it sounds in your head you resign yourself. As you pick a name, you see their face light up in glee.