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                                    297the size of my hand. Quite harmless. Now, your trousers, please.%u201dHe stood up and pulled them off. %u201cIt%u2019s lucky I changed my underwear this morning.%u201d He told her.They look great. I like jockey pants Well done. Now, your move,%u201d she said.He moved a piece, aiding his deceptive plan to take her queen. She could see it easily enough, but now she had to work out if taking all her clothes off now might put him off. She intended to win and tell him to copulate with her. She decided to slip out of his trap but give him a consolation prize of either a bishop, a knight, or a rook. She thought, knight.She moved a piece, destroying his trap, but although disheartened, he could see another good play. He moved a piece and called %u201cCheck!%u201dShe could see it all. She would block it, and he would take her knight. Or, she could move a piece such that it would block his move and defend the knight. She might even take his queen. No, she thought. She needed to see if the sight of her partly naked aroused him. She blocked the check, looking up at him and saying to him with a smile, %u201cIt%u2019s lucky I had a shower and changed my clothes too.%u201d%u201cIt certainly is,%u201d he replied triumphantly as he took her knight. %u201cNow let me see...%u201d%u201cWell done. Skirt or top?%u201d She asked, knowing full well, she had shown him earlier she wore no bra.%u201cTop,%u201d he replied. %u201cI have to admit, Hazel. I realised you had no bra. Have I cheated?%u201dShe looked at him and smiled. She lifted her glass and sipped wine from it, before saying, %u201cCertainly not. But, you just did one of the things I admire in you. You showed honesty and checked if it was all right. Thank you. Well done. I would not play this game with anyone; only the honourable. Rare today.%u201d And then she pulled off her top and threw it to the edge of the sofa. %u201cThere. Well played. My move, I believe.%u201dShe studied the board. He stared at her breasts. He played well. She wondered if he won, would he claim her as the prize. Could she risk it. She must work him up, excite him more, so as The Equestrian
                                
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