Ms Masquerade and I are sitting at my kitchen table in tank tops and thongs about to see who has the strongest arms. We sit here and talk about what we are about to bet for the loser to do. We finally agree that whoever loses, gets collared for the rest of the day. What that means, could be anything. So its best 2 out of 3 with our right arms. On your mark, get set, GO. I give it all i got as does Ms Masquerade. The size of the muscle must not mean anything, since i lose the first round. Round 2, well, she wins again. I am a big fat loser and so she places the collar around my neck, drags me b... Show more