Motioning with her head to the girls outside the tent, she reached under the mattress and pulled out a note pad and paper.I do not want to have sex, s...e wrote."That's okay--" I started, before being cut off again.To get into the club, I had to vow to get pregnant, she wrote, but I don't want to. We have to fake it."Ohhhh..." I said, softly, comprehension dawning on me."I'm sorry, Mr. Michaels," Heather said, out loud, "I soooo want to have sex with you, it's just that ... I've been so nervous. ”***Mornings were spent with Kimberley as she worked methrough various exercise sessions – weights, sprints,swimming, I did everything but tennis. I found thechastity tube was comfortable and I even forgot about itas I worked out. However, every morning the sharp painas my cock vainly attempted to get hard, reminded me ofit’s presence.Afternoons were spent on the court with Ingrid poundingballs at me. She was older than me but had been one ofthe great players with all the. Anyway. The dinner was very nice at a luxurious restaurant with great views over the Phoenix area. The wine was flowing and the conversation was fun. I sat next to a gentleman I had met a couple times. Now, I had heard a lot of women from my company joke that he was quite handsome. I have never been attracted to black men (probably my conservative upbringing and had never wanted to rebel). In this case, I was feeling quite intrigued. David is a well educated, sharply dressed executive who had. I kept on squeezing and fondling my roommate’s girlfriend’s ass cheeks. I then kept my hands on her ass cheeks, fondling them like her boobs. I drove my tongue down licking her navel.Then I kissed her belly button and bit her skin of navel for a few times. She was biting her lower lips and kept on giving out small moans with the stuttering breaths.I then took on her right leg onto my shoulder. I started to kiss her toe. We both were drenched in water. I sprinkled water on her toes and licked.