“What are you doing?” asked one of the guys.I opened the door, leaning her over the balcony banister. The bass from the music blasted through the ...ir, shaking the whole house. She moaned from her abused pussy, a tiny trickle of blood running down her perfect thighs.Pulling her head back by her hair I re-entered her. She cried but it was barely audible past the music. She was fucked surrounded by a flurry of lights, and sounds and a few people hooted and whistled when they caught sight of the. I looked at myself in the mirror and decided,i now looked like the slutty little cd faggot,that i am,mmmmmm,all i needed was my lover. Kimber,arrived right on time.AS soon as she was inside the door we were making out,hot passionate kisses as i desperately worked to get her out of her boi clothes,i pulled her sweats down as she ripped her shirt off.she was stunning in a pair of fishnet pantyhose with shiny. Tonight, as he witnessed your humorous ministrations, he seemed uncomfortable in his seat, not raucous like the other revelers at the feast his father had convened.After the night's festivities were through, you took your bows and deftly escaped clumsy attempts to keep you there in the hall. More than a few lascivious lords or servers grabbed at your tight-clad bottom, or swung a brutish arm over your shoulder, only to encircle a wisp while you quickly made your exit. The entertainment had not. “Who told you that?”“I just assumed. They give me an athletic scholarship, they expect me to perform, you know?”“Tony, nobody is judging you by your first college tournament. Be realistic. You’re a freshman. The guy who just beat you is a senior and is seeded fourth in the country. It was a bad draw. Relax.”I could think of one great way to relax, but she shoved me toward the bleachers and I plopped down to watch the women’s first flight. I just stayed in front of the same court I’d played on..