Kate looked sideways at her, still waiting for the cum. Kate would want to play at least one game. Kate slowly rose back to her kneeling position. “Still not good enough. “Ok, Dave. Your humiliation is my humiliation. “Still not good enough. Basically it’s Bucky’s bar rules. And, uh…I know we are friendly and all, and I don’t want to lose you as a customer, but I’ve had a fuckin’ raging boner all night thinking about this bet. Kate knocked three of ours in, but the last two were touching each other. She pushed it in, and it slid easily to where the bottle flared. You need to get those lips to his balls.”
Kate swayed back a few inches and pressed forward. He hit his ball off ours and in, leaving them with one ball to go. “Thanks for the help.”
She tried a bank shot, missed it and again left Jen an easy shot on one of their balls. “That’s going too far,” I think. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. “You guys ready for the show?” Mike called out. If you do a good enough job, I’ll let them help you.”
Kate’s eyes were watery, but she held back the tears. I stripped and stepped in behind her.
