Her hand ends on my thigh as she takes a hard grip to keep herself from falling. I take the opportunity and quickly gets my arms around her hips to he...p her from falling. Her body turns as she straightens up again, but she can't seem to find her balance and sits down my lap. She is holding my sweater up in he air "I got it" she says, but all I can think of is her ass squeezing up against my crutch while I have my hands on both sides of her hips. "A thanks would be nice, I saved your dirty. “Hello Cutie, are you here to enter the great Rasheul slave tournament?”I nodded in confirmation and showed the receptionist my pass. She hummed a tune as she checked my credentials.“You made it trough the qualifiersI Great job! You probably heard this all before, but rules are rules. Gotta brief you anyways. Sorry about that.”She smiled apologetically, coughed once and completely changed her demeanor.“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of. Being the tease I am I stopped for a moment as if I was looking for something and stood in my favorite pose (one leg bent and slightly turned so that they could see the shape of my ass). I really don’t have the big butt I wish I had, but I do have a really nice butt. So many girlfriends had told me throughout the years about how they wished they had my butt. It always made me happy to hear and I always wished I could hear a real man tell me how much they liked my butt too. I couldn’t resist. My husband had built the engine in it with his own hands. The rest of it could use some TLC no doubt, Ted never bothered. The dents and scrapes and rust just stayed, he wasn’t concerned about that. One touch of the key and it started with a roar, and the huge tires made it a madhouse to ride in. I had driven it just once, it felt like it would fly off the road at any second. Ted just said, ‘Don’t fight it, just go with it, it will come back.’ It did, too, still frightening to drive. He loved.