The monstrous thing looked to be nine inches long and as big around as my wrist!Seizing the opportunity given me, I jumped up from the bed and ran out...the door. Dashing into the bathroom, I locked the door and propped a chair up under the door's handle. Now knowing I was finally safe, I attended to my abused genitals. Grabbing a hand mirror, I looked at my gash. I was a gooey, bloody mess. My labia were swollen and red; showing signs of the friction they had just lived through.My pussy no. Her breasts touched my chest. It was awesome. Also, she was in the fear that someone would come. The fear, the vodka, the rain…was a perfect signal to have the sex. I decided to go for it. I got the lock of the terrace and locked it from inside.I pulled her again towards me and we started kissin. This time my hands were going down. I touched her neck very erotically. And then her breasts. they were soft. and very firm. I pressed them hard. she was makin sounds as aahhhh…mmhhhh…and my dick was. .." And?" she squeezed, smiling like a cat."And... that you have a gentle touch." Really, that can change!" she squeezed him harder."I've, ah, told her about, how you look... about... ah... your body." And what about my body?" she asked him, still clutching his stiffening prick."How you have a cute arse. How your skin glistens when making love. About your pretty face and brown eyes. She told me she could picture you. She described how she would touch you... how her tongue was softer than a. Sheila stated that we were going to have our best blow-job re-match andthe winner could decide the evening's events. Sheila stated that inaddition to another month of servitude there was five hundred dollars tothe winner. I must admit I had decided to win this tournament too! I had done prettywell last time and the month of being in control was pretty good too! Iknocked when I was done with my shower and was told to wait in side.Sheila entered moments later and asked where my lipstick was. .