She couldn’t have been more than 18 or 19 years old, with bleached blonde hair that stopped at the bottom of her neck, a skin tight white dress - which was easily see-through under the glaring lights - showed a black lacy thong and matching bra holding up her clearly augmented chest. Her face was pretty, although not beautiful but she had a pair of lips made for blowjobs “Hi boys,” she said in a pitch several octaves higher than necessary, “My name is Tiffany and I will be your dealer for the first game.” She placed a large bowel in the middle of the table. “If you could all please turn off any mobile devises and place young them in the bowel, anything you ‘forget’ to put in there will be grounds for dis-quali-i-fi-cation…” she obviously struggled with big words “if they are found later.” hard core We all complied and the bowel was taken by one of the bar staff. “Ok, this is standard rules Texas Hold-Em…” the guy directly opposite me shot his head up in surprise, he obviously didn’t read the flyer. “Err… I was wondering if we could play five card…” he started meekly “This is standard rules Texas Hold-Em…” she repeated more forcefully, cutting him off. “Nobody except the dealer can touch the cards on the table or the deck. You are all being given £100 worth of chips split into the following denominations…” I faded out at that point and took my time examining my opponents, whist simultaneously trying to ignore the looks coming from Rachael and Jess in the booth above. When people think of body language they are usually woefully under-informed. Poker, however, is the ultimate competition when it comes to reading it. Most poker players know to look for another player’s ‘tell’, an involuntary gesture that gives away if they have a good hand or a bad one depending on the player. Good poker players will already know japanese what their own tell is and will try their best to hide it. The best players, however, will intentionally use that tell to mislead their opponents and win the hand. My studies had taken this to another level. Body language is split into two categories. There is Kinesics, sexy which is the study of body movements, gestures and positioning, or as poker players would say – looking for the tell. Then there is the less known Oculesics which is the study of eye movement – the positioning and motions of a persons eyes is almost impossible to control – and micro-expressions. The latter, also known as emotional leakage are the milli-second long expressions that flash across somebody’s face before their brains can control them. This was made famous by the TV show ‘lie to me’ a few years earlier and although it was grossly inaccurate, it gives a good idea of the science. And that is what this was to me: a science. Most poker players call it an art form but anyone who knows the game properly would agree with me, and those that do will reasonably quickly see through a player based on any number of factors from body language to their betting, especially when it came to playing against amateurs. And I was anything but an amateur. The first hand was dealt, I had a three and a six – not the best hand but I had learned not to ever throw away a hand before the first flip. I smiled just long enough to make sure at least one of the other players saw me. One of the player suddenly looked nervous having seen my smile. The other hands were dealt - being on my right I called him ‘fourth’ - he looked at his cards, blinked a few times, shuffled in his teens seat and promptly folded. One down, three to go. The second player looked at his hand for a little longer than was necessary, his eye flashed up to me – he had seen my smile too. He clicked his neck, sat back into his chair and folder his arms. He was another one who was easy to read, he had a decent hand, probably better than mine but not good enough to be confident about. The third player was either very very good, or very very bad because he did almost the same as I had, smiled, put his cards down and sat back to watch everyone else. 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Swatting his hand away from my body, he chuckled, pulling off his winter coat as I pulled my cock from Ashley's blushing hole. Mistress grabbed them by the cocks and guided them to my mouth. “Ah ah ah!” She sang in a sing-song voice that could’ve been japanese right out of one of her tunes, “Crawl.”