Just as I wouldn't understand what it would be like to train six hours a day to compete in the Olympics."Paige realized what Caitlin was saying and no...ded her head in agreement."After dinner was the slave competition, they pick eight names and those slaves must go on stage and compete against each other in various tests. I prayed all night I wouldn't be called but I guess my higher power was busy elsewhere because my name was the last chosen."Paige stopped running and looked at her."You had to. She played with her pussy for about ten minutes while our neighbors were in their yard doing yard work. (I knew they could see in our yard through the slats in the fence). She stood up and came walking toward the door. At first I thought she'd finally realized our neighbors were in their backyard and the show was over. I ran and hid in the spare bedroom, hoping she might finish masturbating in the house and I could still watch.I heard the refrigerator door being opened and the sounds of her. Her little finger brushed her puckered anus. She it into her nether opening. All her fingers were working on her crotch. Her thumb flipped her little clit. Her head bobbed back-and-forth along my cock. Her other hand was busy massaging my balls and cock. The warm shower water made us slick. She slid a finger into the crack of my hairy ass, stimulating the little anus.Oh Boy. I felt an electric shock run from my ass hole to the tip of the dick, which was buried in the beauty’s throat. “Shit!” I. Gut zu wissen'. Marcos nahm jede Information in sich auf. Wer weiss, wann und wie er das gebrauchen konnte.Der Echsenmann trat auf den am Boden liegenden Marcos zu, und riss ihn an den Haaren nach oben."Du wirst als Sklave verkauft, deswegen darf ich dich nicht kaputt machen", grunzte das Wesen, "aber das du mich angegriffen hast, war nicht fein".Mit einer Handbewegung riss das Wesen Marcos' verbleibende Uniform herunter. "So, du scheinst also ein Mann zu sein." stellte es fest. "Naja, macht.