“Ok, times up.” I said.The ladies broke the kiss, but I could tell it was an intense moment for them. They nervously looked away from each other, as Tiffany grabbed the dice to roll her turn. I noticed that Jen would not look in my direction, which kind of surprised me. After all I had saw her kiss Raine several times before, it was no big deal to me.Tiffany rolled the dice, picked up her piece and moved five spaces, she also landed smack dab on a green square. She looked at both of us in dismay but had no other choice than to pull the card. She reached down, took the card and read its contents. She closed her eyes and hung her head. Jen reached over and took the card from her fingers and read it. I saw a nervous smile cross her lips.“Give one person in the room a very sensual, erotic massage and you must touch every body part they have, the massage must continue for a full ten minute time period.” Jen read.Now this was going to be good. No way she picks me in front of Jen, so I will. “Want me to take your temperature?” I countered, “I know my blood is a boiling.” She laughed and disappeared behind a curtain. As she changed, I perused the costumes, choosing a few for my beautiful wife to try on. She peeked from behind the curtain, “I need some white thigh highs, baby.” I went over to the stockings area and grabbed a pair of white thigh highs with seams down the back. I gave them to her, excited to see her in the whole nurse’s ensemble. A minute later, she called, “You ready?” “More than ready,” I flirted. She revealed herself and I gasped. She looked radiant, naughty and absolutely fuckable. “Cat got your tongue?” “No, but you do,” I replied. “You look so hot I want to do you here.” “So I will take that as I should get this one?” She smirked. “1 million percent yes,” I declared. “I see you have a collection for me to try on,” she noticed. I shrugged, “Well, we are here already.” She reached for the cop’s outfit. “Hmmm, we may need to get some handcuffs too.” She.
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