I was in the pump-room just trying to keep myself occupied when the first competitor and his girl friend showed up. They dropped off his gear and he w...nt to the locker room and changed into his workout gear. He looked like a lightweight – but wide as hell – and so fucking narrow at the waist. A few others started to come in to get ready for the pre-judging that afternoon and evening. Most had their entourage. A few guys seemed alone. I wasn’t asked to do much, except hand them a towel or. But, I can tell you, he was getting me close, too, his licking and tonguing was fabulous, I was just loving it. I was thinking that it might be fun to both cum at the same time, I thought I could control my orgasm and time it with his, so I began to concentrate mostly on my own. Pretty soon, I knew I was just a few flicks of his tongue away from cumming, so I pulled up and worked on the tip end of his cock. Sure enough, right at the first spurt into my mouth, the flash of ecstasy exploded in my. ’ She looked at his bookcase and saw that there were a few shelves devoted exclusively to poetry. He seemed to enjoy the works of Graves, De la Mare, St. Vincent Millay and the Elizabethans. On the wall there was one watercolour that caught her attention. It was a picture of a woman in a red dress holding a fan. When she looked at it closely she saw that it was signed ‘Matthijs Maris’ in one of the sticks. She wondered who the painter and his subject were. ‘That’s nice,’ she said when Mo came. "Your gonna make me a pretty penny whore!"Sabrina blood ran cold, a pretty penny? Was he going to sell her!? She was pulled back into reality when she felt the man's large hands grope her large breasts, they were D cups and massive nearly spilling off the table. He squeezed her tits and Sabrina cried out from the pain. She was rewarded with a smack across her face."Be quiet! Sluts do not speak!" Sabrina sniffles and keeps quiet as best she could, the man went to town on her, feeling every inch.