As his kisses trailed lower to my neck, I turned my head and reached around to pull his mouth to my lips. As we kissed, his tongue sank into my mouth ...nd I sucked on it hungrily, getting more excited by the minute. Then his hands left my shoulders and began playing across my top.As he continued exploring my mouth with his tongue, he began lightly rubbing my breasts with his palms. His caresses became bolder. He began massaging my breasts, hefting their heaviness in his hands. I was getting very. The other gurls look a little defeated. (Well tough titty gurls, I'm hereto win). The most remarkable incident is one of the aerialists, the onefrom Stratford has so many tassels and streamers on hir skirt, sie pantshirself when sie is performing a drop. Also one of the other gurls, inan equally impractical outfit, decided to do hir number in heels. I knowfor 98% of this event we are in the air for this, but you still got toland. Sie, perhaps predictably, breaks a heel and goes crashing down. I arched my back and stuck my smooth, pale tush out as far as I could. Bending at the knees, I spread my legs wide and opened my asscheeks for him. My eager, well oiled butthole was exposed to him in this lewd, submitting stance and I swayed my hips side to side inviting him to take what he wanted of me. My heart pounded in my chest and my adreneline coursed through me. I began to pant and ventilate in loud gasps and moans of desperation. He growled huskily as he wrapped one muscled arm. A mass of red-purple weals with scarcely a fraction of white skin, except on the lower parts of her thighs. “Kiss that prick!”Hans still stood nonchalantly, hands on hips, solid penis dangling. He looked down at Maria, whose face was unrecognisable in its mask of pain, shock and horror. The tears were copious; the mouth an uncontrolled letter-box slit of torment. The crew-cut, blonde German ‘god’ took her by her hair.“Come on, little one,” he said. “It won’t be long before you like doing.