The mechanics were simple. The person who could hide their registered Easter eggs until after dinner wins the grand prize. All had been found and tallied except for one. Mine.

To claim the prize, I needed to present it after dinner to prove that it wasn't lost.

I've been uneasy, breathing heavily and jolting in my chair since the dinner began.

Five minutes more and the dinner was over. My uncontrollable moans betrayed me at exactly seven.

Still quivering from intense orgasm, my clubmates watched me as I shamelessly showed them my five-minute snooze, six P.M. alarm, cum-covered Easter egg!