Was he picked for this game? Could he get, his lovely woman, Portia, as his slave?"I can read your mind, and it won't be that simple. You need to win ...t the game, something no other man has achieved", she told him, and he felt his hopes crash through the floor. But he held on to his hope."And what is the game?", he asked, wanting to know so he could get to it."Across the world, I've designated these "agents" of mine, all women in various social classes. In order to win, you must find and fuck. Something is different now. I can’t describe what is different or how I know something is different, but nevertheless it is! I see something, a little tiny dot of light, like a small star, light years away that must have been dead for centuries yet its light continues to travel without anything behind it to find me. Well the light is not important enough to pull me away from my thoughts of you. At your side I saw the world as beautiful, what man has done to it, to each other I could no longer. Turning towards Donna, she looked like she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar.Fortunately, Anne was much smoother, crossing her legs and refastening a few buttons of her skirt to cover up like nothing ever happened. Donna stopped to talk to the server for a moment when she noticed how flustered she looked after leaving our table. When she was finished speaking to the server, Donna approached our table.With a big smile on her face, Donna said, “Is everything okay? The server said. "I swear I stretched every girl I fucked so wide every guy they fuck later might as well be pencil dicked. But you keep on retracting like my dick was nothing." He did one last final hard stroke as if he was angry that my pussy did that, but I can tell just thinking about it made him so horny, he's not even going to fill my ass now.... Nope. He grabs my breast and continues to thrust in me, harder and harder that I'm moaning and yelling with ecstasy. "Your ass is much tighter too" he tells.