"Well as I see it they both lost and as losers, they both wear the nip clips, dildo, and plug. Trish just wears the plug." The slaves didn't know what to do, so they each sat on the floor waiting for instructions. Josh, now in control stood and stepped to the middle of the room. "The last contest is for clothing. Here is what you have to do. You will each work to get each other off. The first to get off, is the loser, the one who doesn't get off wins. But if you win, you're not allowed girl any relief until at least tomorrow night. So I guess it's how bad do you want to cum. The earlier you get satisfaction the sluttier you'll dress tomorrow. Now for this contest we have agreed that you can get off whenever you want. It's up to you how long you hold out." "So far, Trish is wearing door the collar, ankle and wrist bracelets and a butt plug. Beth wears a collar along with the nip clips, dildo, and butt plug. Linda wears the nip clips, dildo and butt plug. I think it would be difficult for any of you deepthroat to be the first to lose. Second place might not be too bad, but first place means a long time before you will get any satisfaction." Josh explained. The slaves looked at each other, as their minds were trying to figure out what they were going to do. Beth wanted more than anything to please her Master was plotting amateur how to defeat her opponents. She would deal with the arousal. Trish needed her job but foremost on her brain was what punishment Karen would bring down on her if she loses. Linda was desperate; yesterday her Mistress' had her wear a very slutty outfit. The principle had pulled blowjob her aside and told her that her manner of dress was inappropriate and he would take action if she ever dressed like this again. She couldn't lose or she might lose her job. "Okay, let's get started. Crawl out here and get ready." The slaves crawled to the middle of the room, each eyeing the other and ready to pounce. "GO" Josh shouted and jumped out of the way. Her pink nipples were blowjob girl very visibly hard, and Liam looked at them hypnotized for a few seconds. I did my best to compose myself as Amanda finally removed her foot from my crouch. "Sam? My mind started racing as I asked myself what I should do next . . . Now we’ll mix them amateur into the soil as fertilizer.” She moved her hips slowly around in a circle trying to feel every surface of door deepthroat the exquisitely painful beast within her. "Moooooooooooo. Yes – we do. I sat still, totally shocked, unable to respond. “Does this dress make me look fat?”