Master Boripat and Mr. Singh were already there and they waved us over. The check in process went a lot smoother than the last time.On the way back to...the locker rooms, we passed Damian Botha in the hall way. I stopped to introduce myself.“Hey nice to meet you.”“Who are you?”“I’m who you’re fighting. I look forward to having a fight.”“It’ll be good for me, seeing as I’m gonna stomp your cracka ass. Then maybe I’ll take that little tasty treat you got with you and show her a real man.”Well that. I kissed her bra and smelled it. I could feel the smell of her body in it. My penis was now in full size about 8 inch. She closed her face with her hands. But I could see her eyes through the fingers. So, she is watching my masturbation. After some time, I could not control myself just standing and doing masturbation works. I attacked her suddenly without giving her a chance to fight back me. I pushed her on the floor and climbed on her velvet body. She slapped me few times to free from me, but. “I want to jump your bones right now. I want to show you what kind of animal I can be. These are incredible shots, Kayla.”She squeezed my pants as though I needed any more encouragement.“I’m glad. It was a lot to drive out here and everything. And now I’m freezing.”“What the ride on the motorcycle did for you, these poses did for me. Yikes, I’m glad we didn’t have any company.I stuffed my camera back in the bag and took a look around to make sure we hadn’t left anything, an old habit. We turned. The black dildo in her left hand was molded from a porn star by the name of Marcus, and even came with a folded up 8x10 poster of the model. He was bald, muscular and his cock turned slightly upward. Her fingers could not fully encircle the thick shaft, which was another foreign sensation to her. The second toy had no indication of who had inspired it, but it was longer and thinner than the first. They were both made of a pliable silicone and ornately detailed with veins and color.