Not Abby. Abby gets Travis.

Marina chose a woman with honey colored hair. Although she was very beautiful she was dressed casually in a t-shirt and baseball hat.

"Hi, I'm Abby. I'm highly competitive and I'm going to win." She pulled out a name.

Travis stepped forward. He had average looks. His flaccid cock hung just a little longer than Luke's.

"Benefit: a set of leashes, collar, and cuffs including a ball stretcher. How is this a benefit?"

Marina said, "Well you'll see. In some of the upcoming challenges it will come in handy if Abby has you on a leash of some kind."

Travis asked, "So I only have to wear them for challenges?"

Marina said, "Don't be silly. You can wear any leash Abby wants you to wear any time she wants."

Luke looked up and rolled his eyes but accepted the box of leashes as he headed back to the line. At least he could stand up straight. He looked at poor Byron who was already groaning in discomfort.

Who's next?