Cassie is up

Still excited after the sight of Orsis bald slit, Cassies nipples are hard and she is happy that the fluffy fabric of her jumper conceals the fact that another woman had turned her on so much. She could never imagine her getting excited this way, but now that she had, she knew she would have no problem pursuing more down that line of amusement.

Grabbing the die she was happy with something to do.

The die turns out a 1. Giving the one who did not have to remove clothing the chance of chosing the one who had to take the honors.

'My dearest sweathart,' she speaks up with a voice still slightly husky from her earlier excitement and looking at Alex, 'has to lose his socks.' 'We will now decide democratically who will take the honors.'

She quickly turned to Orsi and after a short whisper they both started giggling.

'Alex' socks will be professionally removed by Nigel.' they shouted together before going back to giggling.

Dumbstruck as Nigel was, Alex was the first to reply 'You can always thrust women to gang up on men whenever they can.' although the look in his eyes made clear he understood the joke they were playing on Nigel to turn the game, of which he changed the rules at his will, against him.

Alex decided to play along and walked over to the middel of the brown carpet with his hips shaking in an imiation of a sterotype gay. Once in place he turned towards Nigel who had reluctantly stood up.

'Now, loverboy, be nice and slow with me.' Alex purred with a shrill falset voice to great delight of the women.

Nigel kneeled and slowly pulled off Alex' socks one by one. When nigel has finished his task he throws the socks in a playfull manner at the women who expertly grab them en start swinging them around as little helicopters while cheering Alex as he takes his seat again.