I also knew that if I teased him enough with my tongue, he’d be begging for my cock. My theory was working; he was moaning like there was no tomorro.... I was starting to think the people by the carpark could hear him, but I didn’t care. Once he was wet enough, I stood up. I grabbed his hips and slowly rocked him backwards as I leaned forwards. My cock head was blocking his hole but not going in. I rocked back and forward a bit more to try and generate some pre-cum. It worked; I was lubing his. With his cock in my mouth and my finger in his arse, he all of the sudden pulled my head up. He was breathing hard when he said, "I want you to lick it." "what?" I asked. "my hole. I want you to eat me out." I had never done this before, and, honestly, I thought it was kind of nasty, but, reluctantly, I agreed. He scooted forward and spread his legs revealing to me his pick hole. I stuck out my tongue and pressed it against his hole. Ian gave out a light moan, and started to move my tongue. The door was cracked open just enough that I could peek in. I wasn't prepared to stumble upon my mum playing with herself. Mum was lying on her back on the bed.As I secretly watched her playing with her dark hairy bush, my own cock came to life and tented in my shorts. I quietly slipped my shorts off and was about to wank off to the show in front of me when Mum grunted and began to flop on her bed. It had barely been a minute since I started watching her. When I turned back, I realized my. When he started to regain his composure enough to look around at the other patrons, Corvus hoped he hadn't gawped like that, but strongly suspected he had.No one spoke until they were ushered into the skybox. There were about thirty people in the long, curved room. Approximately a third of them appeared to be patricians, arrayed on couches around the one plexiglass wall that looked down on the sandy high-walled pit where the fights would be tonight. Currently, a string quartet was set up there.