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.”