Jenny refreshed everyone's drinks as soon as she regained her strength, and stood there while the poker game went on. Grandpa didn't tell her to rezip her dress, and she left it open to feel a bit steadier on her feet. She watched the men play their game; they were just like the old men she used to see playing cards in the park, all wrinkled and decrepit looking. She thought those men were long past sex, and that they just ogled girls out of habit, but these retired lechers seemed full of vigor. Her grandfather had given her a couple of good runs, and Bob, now, had manhandled her to an orgasm, and he was still ready to play cards.
"And that was some dick he had," she thought to herself, "so long it went right down my throat. I wonder what the other guys' cocks are like?"
"I'll call," she heard her grandpa say, and the men still in the hand laid down their cards. Her heart fluttered a bit; this was the second hand, and when the pot was raked in, it would be time for her to be played with again.
It was Jimmy's turn, she knew, and she had been watching him, trying to guess what his game might be. She had trouble reading him; he hardly looked at her while he played, while the other men, Grandpa included, had been ogling her tits and her now-exposed pussy. He had an old, wrinkled leathery look about him, his skin seemed sun-toughened, and his stocky frame still showed muscles.
"Looks like it's all yours, Sam," declared John, and Jenny watched as he raked in a sizeable pot.
"Thank you, boys," said her grandfather before turning to Jimmy.
"What's you're pleasure, Jim?" he asked as he motioned for Jenny to go her next old man.
Jimmy pushed his chair back from the table and said, "Stand in front of me, girl."
Jenny stood facing him as he sat, and he began to give orders.
"Suck on your thumb like a baby," and Jenny did.
"Now play with your tits," was his next command, "bounce them for me."
She cupped her hands under her breasts and began bouncing them up and down while squeezing and twisting them.
"Why ain't you smiling while you play, baby," he said, "don't you like it?"
Jenny blanched for a moment; she had forgotten to keep smiling. She hoped her grandfather wouldn't be angry.
She forced a smile, but then got a bit angry with herself. "This is so demeaning," she thought, "why should I have to please these old bastards."
