In the pulling, my right hand has gone under her jacket and has found her breast of all things. Pulling at her t-shirt, I manage to rub my thumb over ...er nipple. She shudders and I move my hand. I get her into the hold-down that I want and she is immobile. I can look into her eyes, and so I do. Gazing down at her gently, I see the look of surrender in her eyes. I hold her there for fifteen seconds and the fight is over. We stand up. We bow to the judges, each other and the audience. We leave. Then he pushed hardddd . His dick was pretty thick and again i had to hold it and he pushed again and only the tip went in and i gasped. He was thick, he realised and held there till i wiggled my ass for him to proceed further. Now he pushed slowly in half strokes till he was fully in. " ohhh my god you are sooo tight " he said and started doing full strokes. He was pumping in a rhythm and i was enjoying every stroke of his thick cock. He kept pumping with my one leg on the berth for 5 minutes.. I'm just an ornament, a poor lackey. 'Arry was his true love." Really? You mean?" Oh indeed," she said, raising an eyebrow. "Most discreet, of course, but they were surely lovers." How did you get mixed up in this?" I asked as we jounced along. She was wearing a tight-fitting, very stylish sacque dress of pale silk and an open riding cloak that provided a fine view of her swelling breasts above the flat, low-cut, brocaded and ornamented stomacher. A red jewel on a thin, gold chain bounced. Instantly, he asked me to meet him in the lounge. He was there in a booth. Well, I walked in and pulled my sunglasses up thru my hair and saw him across the room. I nearly melted. Tall, strong, handsome. A dream! We walked to each other and kissed each other on the cheek and I left a little of my peach colored lipstick there. He ordered me a drink and we exchanged conversations about our lives. Nothing sexual at all….. other than there was an incredibly handsome man that desires me across the.