Losers become slaves for the night

Ive always wanted a ****! Winners get to boss the losers around until the sun comes up!" Dianna yelled out Before Jake could answer. Both of the men looked at one another. Warry about what the other might do to humiliate them.

"Im... not sure, we dont know you very well, you might ask us to do some weird shit" jake replied, his bravado conflicting with his hormones.

"You know i will, but just think, if you win, you can order me to do anything...." Dianna said with her poutiest face. Those perfect red lips quivering ever so slightly as her fingers softly traced along the bottom of her small but perky breasts peaking out below her crop top, before lazily stretching revealing just a hint of her tiny hershy kiss nipples.

"Fuck, fine" hormones and tipsyness winning out against his concern for the indignation he might endure. Him and Sarah were already winning anyway so the odds were on his side.

Sarah was hesitant as well, she knew that while her friend might seem quiet in normal company, this was not normal company and not even she was sure she knew the depths of Diannas depravity. The thought excited her. "Im in"

Trevor looked at everyone else, part of him wanted to object the other part wanted to see where this would go.

Dont chicken out! Came the cries from their naked audience. "Alright, im in" he said and everyone cheered and the game continued.

Balls were thrown, cocks were twirled, tits were squeezed and booze was drank with the sinking of each cup. As the game came closer and closer to the end the taunts began about what each side was going to do with their slaves, each time it became more explicite than the last until there was only one cup left on either side after Sarah blew the lead by missing the table while they were ahead by one but Jake still had his throw.