You, of course

You just grin at her...and manage to tear your eyes away from her tits. After all, now you are playing to win, and if you win, you can see those tits, all you wish. The game wears on long...you have a lot of ground to make up, for all that time that you had spent staring. Allison, on the other hand is becoming a bit more frustrated with the fact that now you are winning. "I shoulda taken off my top..." you hear her mutter.

Finally, the last hand is played, the score is tallied...and a rather not too pleased Allison has to admit..."One fuckin lousy point..." Her lower lip comes out in the ever infamous pout, which quickly turns into an innocent smile "It wasn't a real bet was it?" But one look at the grin upon your face has her understanding otherwise. "Well John...I'm yours for the next three days then...what do you want first?"

You just grin at her...lean back...and contemplate what you want this woman to be doing for you first.