”He chuckles and pulls my hands away from my face. “You’re not stupid. You’re just… Really, really cute.”He kisses me, and I find myself r...laxing under his soft touch.I sigh against his lips. “Does it change things now that you know I’m Robin?”He pulls back and looks at me for a moment. “I don’t know. Do you want it to?”I try to bite my lip to keep a grin at bay. “I mean, you know. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were like, ‘oh shit, the cute guy in my class can also suck dick while wearing. I had a gym membership that I never got to use when I was working so I started taking advantage of the time I had. Every morning, I got up, took my son to school and went to the gym. After a month I was actually seeing some cool results and I even made some new friends and workout buddies. One of those friends was an older, retired gentleman named Joe. He was in is late 60's and in pretty good physical shape. We worked out together pretty regularly and became pretty close. One. Within minutes, Harmony’s team won the match and, by the rules, anyone from the losing team who was captive when the game ended became a slave until eight in the evening on Sunday.So Harmony owned the beautiful, petite, redheaded Kristi for the next twenty eight hours. This was the year that Harmony’s husband participated in the games but, once the game was won, he was no longer considered a camp slave. To celebrate his emancipation, he took his wife and her beautiful slavegirl back to the. My balls clenched. Charlotte cried out at the fierce, repeated penetration of her pussy. A cry that could wake potentially anyone within a mile from us. I immediately reached out to her mouth and clasped it shut, muffling out her lustful cries. There in, I shifted to the highest possible gear and ravaged her pussy with every last fiber of strength I could muster.Finally, orgasm washed over me like a thirty foot wave, sending my body into overdrive. One thick rope of cum after another spurted.