A few minutes later found Carly with Paco's tongue down her throat. She was trying to push him away and ended up pushing her body more into his.nn"Stop fighting it," Paco said when he let up to allow her some air. "You know you want it." nn"No, I don't" Carly protested, just before his mouth covered hers again. His hand slid to her left tit. He squeezed and palmed it making Carly moan against his mouth. And then he turned cruel, painfully fondling it. To Carly's surprise and everlasting shame, she was quite turned on. She closed her eyes tightly when he released her mouth and looked down at her. She felt him look at her ripe body with a scorching gaze, and then she felt him inch down the cup of her bra from her right breast. Her breath came out in little gasps as the cold air tightly ruched her nipple. Paco leaned down and took the tiny warm tip into his mouth and sucked. Oh, how he loved the feel and shape of a woman's nipple, especially when the gasped when he chewed on them, like this Carly would when he chewed on hers. He palmed her other tit as he suckled on her right one, alternating between strong pulls and short ones.nnCarly tried to fight her arousal but she couldn't. Her breasts had always been her little hot spot and having him suck on her nipples was turning her on! As if he'd read her mind, Paco's other hand drew down the bra from her other tit and palmed it, testing its weight as he sucked on her right one. And then he switched and Carly gasped loudly.nn"Like that, do you?

Chapter 02 -- The PromnnThe week was flying by and I was feeling good about things. My weekend getting to know Leslie and convincing her to play the game was outstanding. I still think I have more power in this game than even I realize, but only time will truly tell that.nnI was on my way home from work on Thursday night, thinking of nothing more than having a beer and watching the ballgame. When I heard my cell phone ringing as I drove, I figured those plans might changenn"Hello," I picked up my cell.nn"It's Penny," she said on the other end of the line.nn"How are you my dear," I asked politely.nn"I'm good, but this is not a social call," she informed me.nn"It never is," I cemented. "Is everything alright?"nn"Oh yes," she confirmed. "I am calling for Leslie. I have your first assignment in the new game."nn"I figured," I jeered. "So what are we doing?"nn"We aren't doing anything," she replied, sounding disappointed. "You need to get a tuxedo and meet Leslie at her house tomorrow night at 5:30pm sharp."nn"Ok, I can handle that," I admitted. "Do you know what my 'assignment' actually is?"nn"You will be chaperoning Mindy's high school prom," Penny revealed.

** Note: This series Adventures with Leslie is a sequel to the series Things to Do with My Slut (aka Adventures with Emma). For any reference on the characters please see the original series. Thanks. **nnChapter 01 -- Game OnnnIt had been 3 full weeks since I had seen or heard from Emma, Vivian or Penny. I was beginning to wonder if the game was truly over. I did not want to press the issue but I was beginning to worry. I pressed through the days that passed in a fog, wondering what, if anything would happen next.nnThat all changed on that Friday morning. I was headed to work when my cell phone rang. I was delighted to see Emma's office number in the caller id.nn"Long time no speak," I answered.nn"We are having a lunch meeting you need to come to," Emma informed me.nn"Sounds like you are back to being in charge," I observed.nn"A great leader sees it through until the end," she replied, "and does not desert those that followed with heart and character."nn"That's very poetic," I admitted. "What does it mean?"nn"I will see you at noon," she said as she hung up the phone.nnI was puzzled. It was a very poetic but cryptic message. What was going on now?

We were broke, very, very broke. Overdrafted to the eyeballs, credit cards to their limit and the mortgage three months behind. We were at the stage where we were wondering how we had got into this mess and where the next weeks groceries were going to come from. There did not seem to be any end of the tunnel and a light was out of the question.nnThis is why I looked at the email, even though I knew it was just spam. The subject line promised a thousand pounds for one hours work. When I opened it I was not totally surprised by the content, I had seen others like it but had just deleted them. That was before and this was a very poor now.nn"Would you watch you wife get fucked for a thousand pound?" it asked. A thousand pounds would sort out our most pressing problems, and for a moment I considered the question.nnI was just about to hit the delete button when Alex looked over my shoulder and said "A thousand pounds!, wow, we could do with that."nnThe delete button never got pushed. "Would you even consider it?" I asked.nn"For a thousand pounds I'd watch you get fucked!" she replied.nn"Are you sure?" I asked, and suddenly we were not joking.