The penalty for withdrawal for any reason was immediate roasting. There were no second chances. Pain was to be expected and to be endured silently. Ea...h man up had five minutes with a girl whether he got off or not. Amy watched the crowd fill the arena and saw homemade signs cheering their girl on. Men began to line up and the smell of roasting meat started wafting out around the arena. The noise level grew as the start of the event loomed. The event organizer gave a short speech and declared. I was impatient, I found the opening, my fingers going in and pulling him out. I closed my fingers round him and smiled I was sure I felt him move. I grinned wider he was definitely moving?growing in my hand. He felt hot, he felt bigger than I imagined, then the next surprise, I had assumed being American he was circumcised, but no my thumb and finger was stroking his foreskin. ? Do you trust me Mona?. Of course I didn’t, this was the first time I had ever met him. But my mouth said, ?yes of. The orgasm rolls my body through a fever of pleasure and finally I see the surface and I reach it with the tingling effects of that rough current still plaguing my body in a delicious delirium of dream versus being awake.Play time has just begun for my Master and he is now going to hammer his point home in every way that he can. He playfully strokes my warmly flushed cheeks with the hook of his index finger, my eyes are still drunk and drugged in pleasure and lust. This serves his purpose well. Mmm wow, I think, very nice legs and thighs she has. That thought is quickly followed by how I want to have a taste of her body. I feel myself starting to bulge through my pants as I let her know in text. She replies quickly. How much she would love to see that as she tells me she’s leaning forward towards her desk, squirming, squeezing her thighs together. I look at my phone and reply back. I look up and notice that my teacher is receiving a message at the same time. I text back saying that.