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whipped, buddy, and if Jillian figures that out, we’re both so done for.”
    Peter again shook his head. “Me, too. She is all I hoped for and then some. Let’s make the absolute best of the time we have left and bind her to us.”
    “Oh, there’s going to be binding, Peter. You’d just better hope it isn’t us getting bound.”

Chapter Five

    The three of them sat around the table in the dining room, and Jillian recognized their strategy immediately, countering it with her own. She was perched on a pillow for some comfort, considering that nasty plug, and was naked to boot. She still felt that her body wasn’t up to standards, although the hot looks she got from both men challenged her assumption. But on with the game and victory. It didn’t matter if they said spelling didn’t count. She could put words together for massive points either way, and what they didn’t seem to understand yet was that the words she constructed might be spelled correctly or not. If they didn’t know, then more power to her. Even the distracting looks and sly caresses didn’t tip the scales in their favor. Hell hath no fury or whatever the quote, Jillian was that bitch from hell these guys had probably been told to watch out for. Heh heh. Not that she hadn’t really liked most of what they had done to her or demanded from her. It was just that she was used to being the boss and wanted to see if it could apply in the bedroom with these men, just a little. Nothing like keeping the other guy, or in her case, guys off guard. She might just get used to the sound of that. Guys. Her guys.
    By the end of the game, Sean and Peter were shifting a bit uncomfortably in their prospective chairs. Jillian suspected that Sean felt like punching the crap out of Peter, and Peter was probably asking himself how stupid he could have been to have chosen a game like Scrabble. Why hadn’t he chosen Checkers or even Snakes and Ladders? Because Scrabble seemed more cerebral, maybe. Hell, she didn’t know, but now Jillian was the big winner. Yes!
    “So winner gets to choose the next group activity,” Jillian mused.
    “Nobody likes a gloater, Jillian,” Sean muttered.
    “Maybe not, Sean, but it’s my choice, and what’s good for the goose…” Boy, she was sure into truisms. Although she thought maybe she had it backward. What did she know about geese, anyhow? Other than they were bad tempered and had long, hard… Oh crap, where was she going with that?

    * * * *

    Peter wanted to close his eyes against the mischief on Jilly’s face. Sean would kill him he was sure. Hopefully whatever Jilly had planned would make the death sweeter.
    “Let’s adjourn to the bedroom, guys,” Jillian said sweetly, “so I can have a look at those special toys you have stashed in there. I’m sure I’ll be inspired.”
    Peter padded after her swaying bottom, mute but aroused, the plug a direct arrow to her virgin ass, Sean right behind him. Peter was thinking ahead, the mention of toys reminding him of that big vibrating dildo with the double end. What the hell had Sean bought that for anyhow? They had toyed with the idea of having two women perform for them, but it hadn’t felt right. Porn was one thing. They wanted one woman to perform on, not for. Sean was definitely going to kill him.
    “Sit on the bed for a moment and rest your feet, boys,” their little tormentor suggested as she rooted through the assortment of sex toys. She straightened from her position and turned to face them, removing the tantalizing view of her shadowed pussy between her ass cheeks and the end of the butt plug, and Peter sighed. Then he winced at the sight of a vibrator and really big plug.
    “Were you thinking of pushing this up my ass, Sean?” she inquired sweetly.
    Sean shook his head, looking almost intimidated. “Nope, that’s way too big, Jillian. Really too big.”
    Jillian walked over to him and compared the plug to his penis, that, truth to be told, was hard, erect, and