Next match

You next opponent sits down opposite you. Confident after your victory you place 5 pound on the table. Next up is Miss Hall. A chemistry teacher, she's tall and has a powerful physique. Her massive breasts have regularly been at the center of your fantasies. The prospect of having her follow your commands is an exciting one, but you know that she will prove to be a much tougher test than your previous opponent. As you lock hands she leans over and whispers into your ear "I'm going to make you my ****, best get your tongue ready". Before you have time to think about what she has planned for you, the countdown is over and the match has begun.

Within seconds it's clear that you're out of your depth. Your arm is quickly **** towards the table, it's a miracle you didn't lose straight away. Miss Hall is grinning, she knows she's stronger than you, but she's decided to toy with you. "Aww, does your wrist hurt sweety?" she asks sarcastically. In truth, you're in agony, but there was no chance you would admit it. "I'm just getting warmed up" you bluff. Your not sure why you said that, it sounded ridiculous, a notion that is reinforced when Miss Hall laughs at you. "Lets finish this" she says. Casually she slams your arm down, and holds you there for a moment just to reinforce her dominance.

"And now for your forfeit" She says.