While his nipples and genitals were well tended to, Debbie, Alessa' aunt, her thick black hair done in a tight bun, walked over to the toys. Quietly h...mming to herself, she was going through the whips to pick one. She was the oldest of them, like forty-five or so, and quite likely the most sadistic. They all were, of course, but she took extra sort of pleasure in the causing of pain itself, loved the act of hurting a helpless man. And with her taste in very young men, she was like the auntie. His hands ran down my sides to my hips and paused.“Look at these luscious curves,” Pete said to him as if he needed to. Simon seemed mesmerised, watching the movements. “It’s hard not to,” he answered.“Hmm, so I see!” teased Pete, prompting me to look down at Simon’s crotch and notice a large - and I mean large! - bulge appearing. Pete then took hold of my zipper and started to pull downwards. I was a bundle of nerves! Despite the swelling in Simon’s trousers, I feared this could suddenly be. He did a fine spin, and some choreography. Then he took off into his combination--the quadruple toe-triple toe. He went up into the quad, landed--and put a hand down."Yes!" Kristin hissed softly. Then looked chagrined. "Jeez, it's not nice to root against people." It's only natural," Warren laughed.Bladanikov completed the rest of his program without error, but blowing the combination was a huge mistake. That was an automatic .5 deduction on the technical mark.However, his presentation marks. He was stuck. He didn’t just want to buy some random junk because then it wouldn’t mean anything. No chocolates or wine or all that boring stuff which people always buy for people’s birthday. It had to be thought out, it had to be appropriate, it had to be perfect. But he didn’t have enough time to think. He was panicking, worrying, desperately trying to come up with an idea. No matter how hard he tried to think, he just couldn’t come up with anything. After a while, he figured that a good.