" "I told you--" "You don't fuck. I know. I'm not asking to fuck. I'm asking to meet." "Meet for what?" I asked. "I don't want to be a voyeur thro...gh a camera. I want to watch you in person." In person meant within touching distance. There wasn't anything but an agreement to keep him from laying hands on me. I looked warily at the camera. "I don't think so." "I can make this happen, Maddie. I'm only asking out of politeness." I snorted. "I'm flattered at the invitation, but I'm afraid I. Highly pleasurable for both competitors, usually the best test of stamina vs stamina between the competitors.Manual VictoryThe easiest dominant position to attain, and the easiest dominant position to resist. Manual victories are won when one competitor brings their opponent to orgasm with the use of their hands, feet, breasts, or any non-orifice body part. Usually used not as a finishing technique but as a means of breaking down an opponent's stamina.Oral VictoryAchieved by using your mouth to. To her shock and horror, a young man with straggly yellow hair, staring up at her with transfixed, unblinking eyes, had extracted from his trousers a tall, rigid, erect penis, and, with a strange involuntary compulsion, was stroking it up and down with a trembling hand. Emma didn’t know what to do. The man was alone in the front row. Had no-one else noticed? Should she do something? And spoil the performance when it had only just begun? A camera flash went off in the audience, blinding her. I placed a hand behind her head, encouraging her to continue. Slowly, she drew her head back, sliding her lips over my glistening wet shaft. When my dick popped free, Kari teased it by poking her nimble tongue into my dickhole, then running it around my crown. Her hand was stroking me slowly when she fed my cock back into her mouth. I could feel her tongue writhing around my shaft as she took me deeper and deeper. Her other hand gave my balls a gentle squeeze, as her head rocked right to left..