No matter what the name says it is, it’s the pro tournament that pays the bill. The only amateur contests played in the Lucite cube were the Elite f...nals.By Thursday, I was so keyed up I could hardly think. I still hadn’t seen Summers and was beginning to think the guy was a figment of my imagination. Our matches were at the same time on Thursday afternoon, so after I finished dispatching my first opponent I rushed to his court. His game was already over and the result was posted. I’d allowed. She had quills instead of hair, but with eyes like that Jackson didn't really care. She bobbed her head back and forth, bouncing the pink and surprisingly durable bubble against his groin.Oh. Okay. That was a pretty damn good substitute for a pussy, Jackson thought.As she bobbed the membrane peeled back from the root of his cock and then rolled back down to envelop his whole length. The bubble flattened and the pressure was like a gentle squeeze around his cock. It felt like he was plunging his. He was one of those guys that the FBI were sure was up to something. They just couldn’t figure out what. Apparently the IRS, the American income tax people, were also interested in him. A couple of days later, some officers from the fraud squad were leaving the house when I arrived home with Bridget. Emily told me they had just run over the whole thing again with her and asked her what she remembered about the goings on in the company when she had worked there. But as it was many years ago. Ah, a nicely hot and very sexy smooth-shaved pussy, I thought to myself. What a fox Karen was really turning out to be.I rubbed my own hardening cock through my pants as I watched Karen first get her pussy very wet and ready by rubbing her hand over her pussy lips and clit and then she lubed the dildo by rubbing the head of it up and down over her horny pussy slit. Then, as Karen braced herself against her desk, I saw her spread her legs and slide the head of the big fake cock up into the lips.