After Promise

Peter didn’t go down without a good showing. Sean helped a little by

distracting Jillian. At one point she forfeited the immediate win because he

knelt behind her and lapped at her pussy while Peter held her arms on the

table. Her orgasm slowed her down a little, and Peter began to catch up.

However, Jillian rallied, and Peter lost. The glazed look was back, and for

a moment Sean thought he might just fuck the rules and go for the

playtime on the felt. Instead, he felt his mouth open and words spill out

before he could choke them back.

“Double or nothing.”

Jillian’s head snapped around. “What does that mean?” she asked.

“I’ll play you again. If I win, then the other results are moot and I get to

play director.”

“Director?” she asked, puzzled. “You mean…”

“I mean I tell you what to do and you do it without question. Same for

Peter.”

Peter kept his poker face on and said nothing, although his eyes were

shrieking something at Sean. If Jillian lost, it was going to be a long night

to remember. If Sean lost, well, it would suck to be them.

Jillian thought about it. “And if I win, then we move up the kiss from the

seventh day, plus I get to play with you both.”