Green-striped black armour on the lighter frame hides the gladiator's body, but you can see his face. It is tattooed with stark lines that appear to r...diate from beneath his thick goggles, streaking away round the back of his bald head and down his neck out of sight beneath the armour. A snarl of concentration is the only expression you have time to take in before the pneumatic blast of the harpoon launch forces you to blink and turn away.A fraction of a second has passed but when you look back. That seemed like the only logical explanation for two hot 18-year-olds lusting after him and taking pictures of it. He was so overwhelmed with planting his manhood in them that he wasn't thinking clearly. It was so obvious now. They saw the big house, a depressed and divorced man, and took advantage of him. They were probably going to use those pictures to sell to someone if he didn't pay them. John knew if that was the case then he would have to pay them. He couldn't risk those pictures being. When her hand snaked around to the front of my trousers, my gasp was not even audible above the angry mutterings of the crowd. Positioned as we were in the corner, back against the wall, neither was worried about being noticed. She brushed against my hardened cock, which was already straining forcibly against my trousers fabric.Quickly she unzipped it and slid her hand inside. She surely felt my hot, throbbing dick was already wet at the tip.Then she used her fingertips to massage the slickness. For whatever reason that turned me on and I let it show in the heated gaze I gave him. I pressed back closer against him and felt his full erection nestle into the groove between my cheeks. His hand slid forward to rest on the curve of my hip pulling me closer to his heat. I want to interject here that I am usually fairly conservative, I'd even go so far as to say shy. I figured it was a little harmless flirting. The doors would open, I would walk out, the end. I truly did not expect what.