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friends get an unexpected surprise before the
photo is removed. Isn’t this exciting?”
    Jan sat down again. All four women were now
completely nude and humiliated, their faces blank as they stared at
the floor.
    “I believe you could all use a refill,” Greta
remarked, reaching for the wine bottle. “The final round is far
more challenging than the first two. It helps to be as relaxed as
possible.”
     
    * * *
     
    Once again, Jennifer went first. She spun a
2, meaning her sister Jan was her co-player. Greta took a pink card
from the stack, read it, then reached into her sample bag of sex
toys. “Now you’ll get to see some of my products in action,” she
said, holding up a small whip with a dozen foot-long leather
tassels on the end. “Tell me, Jennifer; would you rather receive 10
lashes with this, or have Jan receive 20 lashes?”
    Jennifer’s eyes opened wide. She looked at
Jan, then turned to Greta again. “Where? I mean, on what part of
me?”
    “I’ve found the bare bottom to be the perfect
spot.”
    Jennifer swallowed hard. “Do it to me,
then.”
    Jan put a hand on her sister’s knee. “It’s
okay, you don’t have to.”
    “I’ll be fine.”
    “Jennifer—”
    “I said I’ll be fine.” The yoga
instructor stood up, turned around, then bent over so her naked ass
was facing the group. She grabbed the back of the sofa with both
hands, her tits hanging down from her body. “I’m ready. Just get it
over with.”
    “Of course,” Greta said, then held the whip
out to Rosa. “My dear, would you do the honors?”
    Rosa grinned. “My pleasure!” She took the
whip and smacked Jennifer hard across the ass. The other girl cried
out as the tough lashes stung her naked backside, but she gritted
her teeth and stood as still as a statue. Rosa brought the whip
down again and again, ten times in all, and by the time she was
finished, Jennifer’s ass was bright red. Rosa handed the whip back
to Greta as Jennifer sat down again. The yoga instructor winced in
pain when her sore ass touched the sofa, but she managed to fight
back the tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
    “You didn’t have to hit her so hard,” Jan
spat at Rosa.
    “It’s all part of the game,” the other girl
said with a smirk.
    Jan spun next, and she nearly jumped for joy
when the spinner landed on 4. Her co-player would be Rosa.
    “Wonderful!” Greta declared after she read
the pink card. “You’ll get to test another item from our
catalogue.” She reached into one of the duffle bags and pulled out
two floppy rubber dildos. One was six inches long and bright blue.
The other was nine inches long and bright yellow. “Now Jan, would
you rather take this one in your ass,”—she held up the blue
dildo—“or have Rosa take this one in her ass?” She
held up the longer yellow one and wiggled it.
    The expression on sweet, young Jan’s face was
as close to wicked as her sister had ever seen. “Rosa gets the
yellow one,” she declared.
    The Latin beauty held up both hands. “That’s
it. You bitches are crazy! All of you!”
    “This will probably be easier if you get down
on all fours,” Greta advised as she squirted the yellow dildo with
lubricant.
    “Didn’t you hear me? You’re all crazy!”
    “What’s wrong, Rosa?” Jennifer asked. “When
you were flirting with my husband, you told him you like to
take it up the ass.”
    Rosa glared at the yoga instructor. “Maybe I
did. Maybe I do . But not like this…not with one of those, ” she said, pointing at the yellow dildo.
    “Hands and knees, dear,” Greta said. “I
simply hate to delay the game.”
    Rosa stared at the floor, biting her lip and
fidgeting.
    “Or get dressed and leave, but without your
wedding ring,” Greta continued. “The choice is yours.”
    Rosa let out a ragged sigh. “Fine,” she
muttered. She moved away from the sofas and got down on all fours
beside the glass coffee table. “Just go easy with that thing,
okay?” she told