Going back to his minor league team would feel like failure. Somehow, he’d done it. He was willing to bet that Ryan felt that way. Going back to the...9:30 Club wouldn’t be an awful thing, but he knew she wanted more and he hoped she got it. It was going on two a.m. when he let himself into his apartment. The euphoria of winning the game had faded in the last hour and all he wanted was to flop into bed. He rubbed a hand over his face as he headed back to his bedroom, disappointed that Ryan hadn’t. When he did, I squeezed off another round. He went down, but his four remaining buddies were beginning to suspect something was going wrong. They were looking in my direction but I was well concealed. Finally they decided that whoever was shooting the pistol from the limo must have gotten lucky. When they turned back, I took the next one with another single shot.Now the three remaining shooters knew something was up. They were looking all around in confusion, trying to determine who was picking. He washed her in the shower, which made his tiny penis stand up andtwitch. Then he had to dry and powder her magnificent body. At last shemade him select her lingerie. He didn't want her to seduce the handsomeand very masculine Greg, but he also wanted her to be happy. And, as shehad been teaching him all along, he had to do everything on her terms.Zara made Paul feel fulfilled and he wanted to reciprocate even more thanhe did already. He knew he could never satisfy her in bed, not the way. "Deep Baby," she purred, "I'm so sore. Moisten and clean me deep." He returned to her tender and swollen labia, hot with irritation from the nearly constant and determined thrusts of her lover over the past three hours. Doing as she asked he gently parted her lips and pushed his tongue deep into her vagina, and then rolling into the form a straw, softly began slurping out the cum so recently deposited, salty sweet. "Oh God yes my Love," crooned Kendra, "You clean me so good Baby..." Once.