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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 highway on the north side. The highway department would mature 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 section of the river is no good for fishing, pussy so nobody goes back there anymore. The oldest portion of the old building has been torn down, but the newer hall, which had 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 blonde 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 oral 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. Those are old card games, but the Card Club has been playing cards for well over half a century. The forfeit wheel also has six choices: money, self-abuse, spanking, electro-punishment, rug munching, and riding the bull. Some of those choices are obviously much newer. The severity of each forfeit is determined by how badly you lose. There is a formula in the scoring program that adds together how far behind the winner the seven losers finished. An average is determined and the loser’s score is converted to a loss ratio relative to the tits average. If you lose by less than twice the average, your score is one. If you lose less than three times the average, but more than twice the average, your score is two. When I started to settle down and my brain was no longer hazy, I felt his mouth on my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple. Soon he felt her fingers on his head, trying her blonde best to move him away from her near exhausted pussy. Despite what she said, the thought of her brother's tongue between her legs popped into pussy her mind, and she couldn't deny that it was getting her aroused, especially when she saw he was getting hard next to her. "Why... why congratulations?" asked Erica. I considered tits the professional appearance and smiled. My long string of cum had reached the bedding, and was making a growing wet spot beneath me. "Cool, that means we have all this weekend and then next Friday evening and Saturday morning to fuck like rabbits." She looks up at me with a cute little oral smile on her face as she presses her finger against my lips. You want some of this? He grabbed her thighs causing them to squeeze his long shaft which half of it still protruded past her legs when closed. mature We’ll get you to do better next time. Growing up, I had a great group of friends.