Who could it be? Was I too early? Was I too late, missing my chance?It was an amusing game, this yellow rose was playing, and I almost chuckled out lo...d at the thought of it. And as I finished my drink, feeling that the slightest of edge was beginning to melt away, I felt the time was right.The bartender arrived to give an asking nod as he took my drink.“Please... “ I replied, “ ... and I’d also like a yellow rose.”To my suprise, he merely nodded and walked down the bar, returning in a few. You start playing with your nipples as we get into a rhythm, bringing yourself to yet another orgasm. You trying to catch your breath as you ask me to stop. I pause, not saying yes or no, but shifting back even farther onto my knees, which pushed my cock head into your g-spot. You gasp, and at that moment, I reach down and rub your clit really fast. You immediately have another orgasm, even squirting a little all over me. You squirm so much that he pops out of your pussy when you squirt, as you. Practices would continue of course, except for the two-a-days which wouldn’t happen in the post-season. The gala was a black tie event, which meant he would need to rent a tuxedo, something he wouldn’t mind doing. “I’ll see if Hadley can make it out.” Rubbing his coarse hair with the towel, he thought it over and hoped she didn’t have anything planned for that night so she could go. Much of the fun with being involved in a sports club was the celebrations for all of the team’s hard work. If. And not only for a few hours. ALL DAY. It had been awhile since he had been able to dedicate a whole day to me-- Since we had even seen each other at all. We had been only talking over the computer. No fun at all. Between classes, research papers, work-- it had just seemed like an endless array of reasons to keep us apart. Not that he didn't try. Master always made it clear that he wanted to be with me and wished he could spend more time on me, and my lessons as well. Seeing as such I.