Sasha Strung Up

“Oh yeah? Think that’s crazy? I take it you’ve never been streaking Rae?” Marty asked.

“Streaking? Definitely not.” The blonde laughed she was tall and thin. Her face had a small smattering of freckles across it.

“And what about you Winter?” You ever run around naked?” Marty teased.

“Bitch why you giving them the 9th degree?” Autumn asked. “You’d never been streaking before tonight either!”

Val came up the stairs as the group laughed and Marty flushed at being called out.

“As a matter of fact I have.” Winter said as she picked up the cards and dealt them around the table.

“Seriously?” Rae sounded surprised to hear her friend’s response.

“Twice actually.” Winter said with a wink.

I for one was interested to hear about the two times this stunning brunette had run around naked in public, but we flipped the cards instead.

“Fuuuuuck!” Sasha lamented looking at the cards. Both she and Dent were the low cards. Leo leaned back and looked at the curvy blonde as she fingered his winning card on the table.

“Well I can go first.” Dent said peeling off his shirt. Any ego boost I had gotten from comparing cock sizes with Leo went away immediately as I looked at Dent’s ripped chest.

“Sasha. I dare you to get cuffed with your hands above your head again. Only this time until you draw the winning card the person with that card gets to spank you 5 times across the tits or ass.”

“Ooo fuck yeah.” Dent said rubbing her hands together.

“I hate you.” Sasha said as Marty gleefully uncuffed her hands. She then proceeded to recuff them to the pipe above her head.