Going without had never bothered me before, but there were always good reasons: I was between boyfriends, boyfriend was out of town, I was out of town... etc. I'd never gone seven straight days in a relationship before without getting laid.Nine days into the tournament and still no sex. Not even oral. Nothing remotely approaching a sexual act. I didn't count the peck on the lips I got as he rushed off to work, or the slightly-longer-but-not-by-much kiss I got before going to bed.Day ten dawned. I didn't think that it would be fair to just dump him in the cells." Didn't think?" he asked, his face reddening with the apparent effort it was taking to keep himself under control. "Didn't think?? I should say you didn't think. You have no idea what this ... this... thing is doing here and you're offering it guest quarters?" Sir," I said quietly."If you want anything done, do it yourself..." he muttered.The interrogation of the 'prisoner' started later that day and I can't say I was in favour. She swiped her tongue over her lips just as he pulled them over his crown. She mumbled as he stuffed her mouth full of his manhood and she tasted something sweet and salty, his pre-cum unavoidable considering he hadn’t gotten laid since his wife left him. She pulled away and grinned as she whispered, “Daddy, you taste so good,” and delivered her mouth to his cock again, this time sucking on it and swirling her tongue around the head as she’d seen on the videos. She heard him groan and felt him. After Randy pulled out, Theo pushed me onto my belly and fucked my ass, rubbing his spit covered prick and inserting it into my asshole, making me cry out as his hard 8" meat delved abruptly into my dark hole. He went still to allow my ass to adjust to his prick. I was breathing hard, still not really too experienced with anal sex. My tits were smashed into the futon mattress as he took me from behind. His long pole was reaching into my guts, making me whimper beneath him. He held my ass cheeks.