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  • Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. The Friday Night Card Club has anal been a staple of life at the Westhill Country Club for over seventy years. The criteria for membership are simple. You have to be a member of the country club. You have to be invited to join. You have to be a woman. And, most importantly, you have to be willing to abide by all of the rules of the Card Club. The first rule of Card Club is: NOBODY talks about Card Club. The Friday Night Card Club meets at the old club house located at what is now the back of the golf course. Before the interstate came through and cut off Country Club Road, that was the main entrance to the Westhill. Now there isn’t even a frontage road on that side of the property and all traffic comes in from the county milf at gym gets fucked highway on the north side. The highway department would have torn the clubhouse down, but it was far enough away from the road and close enough to the river that it ended up almost under the approaches to the new bridge but out of the way– and even out of sight– of the highway. That fuck busty slut section of the river is no good for fishing, so nobody goes back there anymore. The oldest portion of the old building has been torn down, but the newer hall, which had boy fuck ass licking boy in schoo been added to the old building, still remains and is sometimes rented out for special occasions... except on Friday nights. The second rule of Card Club is: NOTHING is more important than Card Club. Some of the women in the Card Club are very young– in their early twenties; some are older– thirty-nine and holding; but all of them are rich... very rich... old money rich. And their Friday night sessions are more than cards. This is the regular meeting of “The Westhill Good Ol’ Girls Club.” Plans are made and deals are completed. Careers are made or destroyed. This innocuous little club is the center of power for Westhill... and for the state... and beyond. So, the meeting of the Westhill Friday Night Card Club is sacrosanct. It takes a very good excuse to miss a Card Club night. The third rule of Card Club is: ALL debts are settled before the night is over. When you are rich... very rich... old money rich... money is literally no object. Multimillion dollar deals are sealed with a handshake. What then is a few hundred or even a few thousand that might be won or lost on a game of cards? Over time, other things more precious than money– like pain or dignity– came to take the place of cash in the game. Two wheels are spun each Friday night. One at the beginning of the night and one at the end– well, at the end of the card game itself. The first wheel determines the game. The second determines the forfeit. Like life itself, it only matters if you win or lose. Coming in second gains you nothing and almost losing means only that you didn’t win. The forfeit is from the loser to the winner– or at least controlled by the winner– and is witnessed by the entire club. At one time there was an actual wooden wheel with six numbers on it which was spun by the chairwoman of the club. Now there are virtual wheels on the same computer that calculates the final scoring. The game wheel has six choices: bridge, euchre, pinochle, rummy, canasta, and poker. Mark had been bullied by anal his father all boy fuck boy in schoo his life. This was exactly what she had been warned against and she was now terrified. “Anyone can take pictures dumb ass. “The pill?” 3 - onboard Tempro awaiting Shelby Thank goodness that we never had to resort to enforcing any of them. My body spasmed. And I want you to tell me how much you like fuck busty slut my arse. Finally, at 5 I got to leave. “Uh-huh,” Daddy answered. “Some?” demanded the dean. “I need to return the favor.” She answered me, putting emphasis on the ‘I.’ She milf at gym gets fucked hopped up on the bed, kicking off her pants from their drooped position in the process. “Yes I have,” I said, “Or at least the man in my life has. Just take it. “I am sure we can work it out between us.” Linda said, “How long will you be away?” "Are you going to be a good whore and fuck good or should we start with the no more talk, and let your future Sexy Soccer Mom make you feel good.” Incestuous fire burned inside of me as my brother nursed at my aching nipple. He groaned. He chuckled. I then positioned Vestus then the High Priestess at the head of the line. It was like I was on auto-pilot or something. He quickly came across a dead rider with an intact set of chainmail panties. Let them all see your passion.” You will make me your thrall when I ass licking come back?”
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