Easy peasy, I thought. He began to do lightly drag his pointer finger around my chest and I easily began to laugh. It was hella ticklish and I just co...ldn’t. “Haha Zeke! You can call quits now if you’d like! And I won’t tickle you to death.” “Hell no. I want to see you lose this game!” “Game on, bud!” I began to follow suit and outline figure eights on his chest. Man, was his chest slightly muscular. I don’t know what I was feeling but I began to get a little short out of breath. I wasn’t sure. We have a few special studs and some surprise extras. Settle back and relax -- if you can -- because this show will last about three hours.From time to time we ask for audience participation so we ask you gentlemen not, repeat not, to have orgasms in case we need you to help test her limits.??Ladies and gentlemen! Petra!?Angie walks out onto the stage, tests the bed and calls ?Phil?, komen sie hier bitte -- fuck time!Phil enters the stage and Angie removes his briefs -- that?s all he wears --. The breath in my lungs escapes me at the sight of her. I’m instantly hard, my craving for her peaks, but I have a feeling that I’ll have to wait. Her long legs go all the way up, ending at her narrow hips, every ivory curve highlighted in the candle light. A simple red lace thong, with a white frilly band along the top, covers her…barely. Her flat stomach shines faintly in the light, every muscle in her abs shifting as she moves, her belly chain reflecting light along the walls. Her small but. I shifted my hips back and rode his finger, thenthrust forward into his mouth. This time further. It was if Iwere fighting him, fighting to get my clit into his mouth whiletrying to get every ounce of pleasure from his finger beingthrust into me. I stepped forward again and grabbed a hand fullof hair. This time I could feel his lips caress the base of myclit, easing their grip, their pressure.I push his head away and pulled it toward me as I thrust myhips, grinding my pelvis not only into his.