Yes, but not all did.

"Ok, let's have a break. I want you all to use the bathroom now. If you ask for it later, be prepared to face the consequences." Says meacingly Sarah for all to ear.

You all get up and move towards the kitchen.
Sarah rushes foward yelling "First!"

Miranda and Tom come last.
They move awkwardly, like a couple of handcuffed prisoners trying to synchronize their movements.

He has taken off his underpants completely to be able to move freely, and walks just behind her.
She tugs him along by his dick, stroking it briefly whenever they stop.
They slowly join the rest of the group in the kitchen.

Matt opens the fridge and pulls out a couple of beers.
He pops them open and hands it one towards you.

"Dude, you want?" He says.

"Thanks man, just what I needed." Says Tom snatching it before you.

Matt nods for acknowledgment.
You wonder who of the two of them is irritating you more.

Close call ...

He chugs it down in one shot, burping loudly afwterwards.

"Hey! An animal would behave better than you." Says Miranda giving him a nudge in the stomach.

"Hmm... Sure babe, whatever you say, just don't stop stroking. I feel like I'm almost there." He replies with a grin.

I think we may have a winner.

"Liar. Anyway you'll have to wait. You can use the bathroom in the hall, while I wait for for Sarah to come out from this one." She says leaving his side.

"Stop right there you!" Exclaims Matt.

"What? Why?"

"You can't stop stroking him. Ever!"

"You're for real? Not even to go to the bathroom?"

"That's right."

"Are you kidding me? How am i supposed to do?"

"Simple, you will use the bathroom together. What were you thinking?"

Shit! I knew this was going to happen ...

"Whaaaat? No frigging way!"

You find it both silly and cute how she can blush like that at the idea of sharing the bathroom with Tom, almost like she is not squeezing his dick with her own hands at the very same moment.

"H-Hey! Be careful with that ..."

"Dear, don't make a fuss about it. You can use the bathroom downstair, the shower near the bowl, so you can keep on with your dare and have at the same time your privacy by closing the curtain. It's on the right past my dad's cantina." Intervenes Sarah.

This house is definetly something

"Oh, gosh. I'm really starting to hate this game." Grumbles your crush.

You can't think of a way to spare her this damn dare and feel sorry for her.
She grabs again Tom's dick and tugs him rudely along with her to the door.

"I swear it, Tom, if I see your head poking out from that curtain, or any other part of your body, I'll just cut your thing off."

"No promises." The douche grunts in pain but is still overflowing with confidence as always.

"Fine! Let's go ... and you're better be really cumming soon." She adds pushing the door, dragging Tom with her.

You feared that things could turn out this way, but Miranda didn't see it coming apparently.

Maybe I should go after them and wait out of the door, just in case ...

"Hey, I'll go check on them." Says a feminie voice from you back.

It's Nicole, she just got out of the bathroom, nevertheless she apparently managed to read exactly what was going through your mind.

"Just let me put this on." She adds, rasing on her head her black top and letting it slide on her bare chest, covering her breast.

Pity, you were almost getting used to it.

"Ahh, much better! You should go have a word with Matt in the meantime. I saw him going out, said he wanted some fresh air."

You hesitate.

"Go! Cooome ooon! You have to resolve it before it gets out of control." She insits.

"Yeah, i guess you're right. Thanks Nicole."

She nods and smiles before leaving the room.
Reassured, you reach the french door and exit in the garden.
You look around but there is no one.

Where is that idiot now?

In front of you, a tiled clear path leads to a large clearing where you can see the pool's whater shimmer in the moonligth.
At you right, another narrower tiled path should lead towards the graveled open space in front of the house with its entrance gate and the garage.
Left lies the actual garden, a sweet-smelling maze of roughly half acre surrounding the house, and beyond it, the even more thicker green of Campton Woods.
Sarah's property is apparenly located just at the foot of the hill.