The cultural difference for Maya, the fact that some degree of interaction would arise, the unknown regarding her reactions, feelings, etc., all this ...as making the game more risky.So I planned things carefully.I changed the envelope for a bigger one, colored. I put it back in the night stand. No massager since Maya hadn’t been using it for a long time. The new picture set was hardcore. I had already printed some during previous ‘sessions’ and she had reacted very well to them. The bigger. When the judge signaled, Girl’s owner took up her leashand ran along beside her as he led her into the arenathen in a circle around the judging pit; proudlydisplaying her for all to see. Each trotting step aroundthe arena stimulated Girl’s sensitive clitoris. Herbreasts swayed and the tassels hanging between her legsdanced as she moved. Occasionally one of them wouldbounce high enough to gently flick at her clitoris.After making a complete circuit in front of theappreciative crowd,. ” Lauren retaliated. Whether it was the alcohol in her system or an outflow of stored up feelings from years of friendship, Lauren wanted Chelsea to herself. “What?” Chelsea sat on Lena’s bed drunk and confused. “Did you two… what?” “I’ll explain later Chelsea, but just realize my mother isn’t mad and everything is OK.” Lauren pulled Chelsea up and began to walk her towards the door. “Are you two going to bed?” Lena asked. “Maybe, I’m not sure.” Lauren just wanted to get Chelsea to the room and. Just then about 4 middle aged white guys came over to the table next to us and bought us both drinks, as we kept drinking and talking to them I began to get bored and let my eyes wander around trying to figure out how we could lose these guys, I see a black guy standing across the way staring at me and smiling. I smiled back and thought nothing of it, when one of the white guys invited us back to their place I knew I had to make my break to get away. I got up and walked to the bar, as I walked.