I briefly wondered how effectively she had handled her last phone call . Her pussy was dripping with arousal and desire. She had to have been thinking...about this game long before I arrived. I had her cumming in no time at all. She tried to minimize her response as if it were just a nice little orgasm, but the trembling of her body and the wash of sweet cum pouring from inside her left no doubt in my mind that she was cumming hard. I let her calm down a bit, then I started licking again. I had. It was an older man, he seemed to be in his mid to late 60’s. Jimmy had seen him at the races for years though he’d never talked to him, to be honest he wasn’t even sure how the man knew his name. The man introduced himself as Wilson and commiserated with Jimmy about the rule changes. Jimmy appreciated Wilson’s concern however he was still trying to find-out what his angle was. Wilson was well known around the races, though no one knew much about him, everyone just remembered Wilson always. The brunette mounted naked at the end of the corridor as if she’s part of a ‘B’ grade horror flick, her nude silhouette appears to hazily flutter in the swirling hot air expanding from the flickering torches mounted in the walls to either side of her tortured body that’s also covered with black markings. The constant drip’s also not a faucet, but crimson drops of blood into a bucket on the stone floor beneath her spread thighs, her body contortedly affixed on some sort of wooden apparatus. He grabbed my hair and started pulling my mouth off and on it, each time sinking it further in. I loved every minute of sucking his cock and the fact that it tasted really clean, which made me suck and lick his cock all the more. I could feel him getting ready to come as he forced me deeper onto his shaft until almost three quarters of it was in my mouth and then he shot his hot cum down my throat. I fingered myself as I eagerly swallowed his load and it wasn’t long before I was climaxing.