I've been known to have a tart tongue, and I was cutting him to ribbons, but he was too dumb to know it.About that time Chris showed up and the fight ...as on. You have to understand that Chris is a runner and a soccer player. He's strong and fast but he's lean. Rock was built... well like an NFL middle linebacker, and just as fast as Chris, or perhaps a shade faster.He beat Chris to a bloody pulp, but he never bothered me again, because Chris scared him. There is no quit in Chris, and even Rock. Well I thought I died and went to heaven. I spread my legs and my new friend licked my bald pussy. His tongue was licking and exploring the folds to my pussy lips. He sucked and nibbled on my flimsy lips. He parted my pussy lips and began to tongue fuck me slowly at first and then much harder. He slid a finger into my pussy and fucked me fast with his fingers. My pussy was so wet and the juices were flowing. I did enjoy watching him lick my cunt in the mirrors. I loved watching his excitement,. At first, I wasn’t sure what he was talking about, and then I saw it. In Mexico, they have a version of professional wrestling called lucha libre. The wrestlers wear colorful masks while in the ring. Phil had spotted a booth selling masks.I was getting myself a couple of these. A young girl was in charge of the stock.“How much are they?” I asked.“For you gringos, two hundred each,” she said, puffing up.“Good luck,” I said, and began to walk away.“Hold on, Mister. These masks are made by my. Her firm guidance, her insistence that I perform my task exactly as she wanted, not as I might desire. Pushing me lower, causing me to choke, then lifting up. Then pushing me down again, holding me, gasping for air, then releasing. I heard Mistress's phone buzz a message, and lifted my head off. But she pushed me back to my ministrations, "Continue, my slut."She fiddled with her phone while I did indeed continue, but then she abruptly pulled my head back. "Enough for now," she said, and started.