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A slow clap emerged from the host as he re-emerges to stand in front of the camera. "That's it you guys! Well done! You passed the challenge!" he tells you all.

"What did you think of that performance 'Dad'?" he asks you mockingly. "Bah, it's okay. I know you can't find the words..."

You curve a side of your mouth upwords, because you wish more than anything to punch the man square in his jaw. The love for your family is the only thing holding you back.

The host cups one hand to his mouth as if telling you a secret, but out loud he says, "Well, I don't hear them complaining..."

You decide not to give him anymore satisfaction, and choose to sit there while trying to cover your penis again.

The host points a finger towards your crotch and says, "I'm a nice guy though, right? You can take that thing out now if you'd like."

Oh thank god! You think.

You don't waste any time. You turn over so that your ass is away from everyone, and then you slowly pull out the butt plug and toss it into an empty corner of the room.

In retrospect, you liked how the sensation felt, but hated how uncomfortable and humiliating it was to have it lodged in you.

"Are you guys ready for the next challenge?" the host asks the room.

There's no response at first because, well, nobody can respond.

You nod your head just so you can hear the offer.

"For another 200 thousand," the host explains, "you all have to play charades from this stack of cards!"

The host produces a small stack of flash cards.

"The only catch is that instead of acting, the other team will act out what's on the cards, and you have to get your teammate to guess the card. Sounds fun, right?"

You shake your head and nobody else replies.

"Don't worry, I'll help you guys along. Also, sweety?" the host says to your step-daughter, "Can you just go ahead and take that off?"

She points to her shirt, and the host nods. It's halfway off already, and she complies. You sneak a peek of her tits as they fall out of her bra. You are fairly certain she caught you looking so you try to play it off. She goes to cover up her boobs with her hands while crossing her legs to hide her vagina.

You throw your hands up and think, What the hell hon, he didn't even offer any money for that.

After heading back into the living room, the host divides the teams, which are you and your wife on one team, and Rizzo and your step-daughter on the other. He hands out one stack of cards to you and the other to your step-daughter.

"You guys go first," he says while pointing to you, "just show them the card and then get your wife to guess what's on the card before I say time."

You read the card and flip to go to the next one.

"No skipping!" the host yells.

You shake your head and walk over to your step-daughter. There is no way that you want to deal with Rizzo in any shape or form.

You reveal what the card says to your step-daughter and she asks rhetorically, "What?! I have to do that to him?"

The card read, "Driving a Stick."

Rizzo smiles and holds up a finger as if he has an idea. He lays down on the ground flat so that only his large, erect cock is sticking straight up. Your step-daughter catches on, and gets to her knees beside him. She goes to grab his shaft but then stops short to pull her hand back and laugh nervously about what she is about to do.

"And go," the host says.

She then grabs his massive dick with one hand and starts moving it around.

Your wife gets into game mode quickly and starts guessing instantly, "Ummm... Jerking off. Tugging... Helicopter?"

You smack your face and are pretty sure she'll get the clues in time.

Then your step-daughter puts her free hand up as if turning a steering wheel.

"Oh! Oh! Driving a stick!" your wife shouts.

"Ding, ding, ding!" the host says with a laugh.

Everyone else laughs except you.

"Okay, next team's turn..." the host instructs.

Your step-daughter reads the card and then comes over to you with her eyes wide open. You know this is going to be bad. Even though she tries to cover her private parts with her hands and the card, you can still make out enough of her body to know that it reminds you of how your wife used to look when she was younger.

The card read, "Coming in the Back Door."

Your wife and you look at each other in mild shock. Butt play is something that your wife has never been into, so you wonder how this will go.

"And... Start!"

Your wife gets on the couch and bends over. It sadly reminds you of how she looked just minutes ago while she was getting fucked by a young and muscular black man. You began pointing from her butt to your dick as the charade to try and get the other team to guess.

"Don't forget," the host reminds you, "you can't just act out the clues. You have to do what they say."

Okay whatever, you think to yourself, this will mostly affect her anyway.

You position yourself to insert your penis, but immediately discover a problem. It's gone limp again. You start poking the tip at her butthole as if shoving it in will work.

For the first time, you hear Rizzo speak with a guess, "Impotence?" His voice is smooth and low, as you imagined it would be.

Is that really a guess or a shot at me? You wonder.

"What's going on?" your wife asks you. It annoys you that she thinks you could compete with a porn star and expects you to be hard on command.

The host says while you start stroking your cock to get it hard, "Time's ticking!"

You find it impossible to get your cock hard under the pressure, so you keep trying to stick it into her ass with no luck. Your penis just scrunches up with each push.

You see your step-daughter come around to get a good look at what is happening, and then she laughs out loud and turns away while saying, "Oh! My! God!"

You watch as she goes to sit back down next to Rizzo. You take it as a sign of defeat and stop until the host calls time.

Your wife turns back to sit down, looking somewhat frustrated.

"What was it?" Rizzo asks.

Your wife replies, "It was 'coming in the back door.'"

Rizzo smiles and the host can't help but tell everyone, "Apparently, it wasn't!"

Yet again, everyone laughs except you, and as the laughter starts to die down, your wife notices your facial expression and leans in close to say, "Aw... It's okay honey. Don't worry about it."

"Next one! Oh! I forgot to mention," the host says, "It's the first to get three right that wins!"

You take the next card over towards your step-daughter while covering your junk.

All three of you look at the card together this time. It reads, "A