Sharon knew that she had Roberta right where she wanted her and Roberta’s hands felt so good on her tits. Sharon felt her pussy getting wet and her ...ubes stirred as Roberta continued to stroke her tits and diddle her nipples. Sharon shifted slightly and opened her legs slightly. ‘Is this exciting you Sharon? Is my touching your breasts getting you hot?’ Roberta asked in a shaky voice as her own emotions were escalating. ‘Yes a little. No one has ever been so gentle with them before,’ Sharon. "We need to settle this" Priya texted."We can't fight. Not getting expelled over the likes of you" Texted Patricia."I know we can't fight but we could wrestle with some ground rules" Priya texted."no scratching or biting" Patricia texted."Just clinches, throws and pins" Texted Priya."suits me. can't wait to beat you" Patricia texted back.As Priya had issued the challenge they decided that it was up to Patricia to choose the site of the match. Patricia chose her own apartment. The living room. It was his seventh week in Greece and, in the next few weeks, he planned to go north to visit Turkey’s beautiful south shore, before eventually heading north-west to the Ionian coast and a long planned pilgrimage to Gallipoli.Lindos was a quaintly beautiful town with a long history. It had been conquered, liberated, re-conquered, destroyed and rebuilt in sand stone, marble, brick and concrete several times throughout its history. But it still had charm, particularly in the tight streets,. I was effectively spread-eagled in air. Brown and blond removed their clothes, brought their pricks to erection and entered me; brown in my vagina, blond in my anus. I cried, pleaded, but they thrust into me brutally then attained a rhythm of in out, in out until they came. They pulled out, leaving me hanging and dripping. The audience applauded! "Well men! More? Who would like to flog her? Two of you? OK! One for the front, one for the back! Careful now, don't hit her above the shoulders."Two.