Mark sat alone at the table trying to control his pounding heart and wondered if he had time to relieve some of this tension before she came back...Sa...a stretched out on her bed and did her best to control her laughter. She could almost feel his eyes on her when she had bent over in front of him. Everything was going perfect and now he would have a little time to sit and stew before she came back to continue her wonderful little game...Mark sat on the couch watching the Sunday night game. At. Her breasts heaved as I pushed harder into her. “Oh fuck, that feels good!” It was difficult to do at first, fucking her like a guy and trying to keep the plug held in place, but with a little practice, we got into a rhythm. I was trying hard not to cum too soon, concentrating on Lucy’s needs. I was kneeling close to her, her legs wide. I gripped her just below the knees and pulled her legs up, moving my hands to her ankles, holding her wide open. Her tits bounced, her hands on her nipples as. Well he bee lines straight for me so I go back inside and close the door (the doors on these booths have locks so it's not like the states where someone can just bust in). I am sitting on the chair with my dick out and then I see the door slowly opening. The african guy walks in and I stand up dick all out. He comes up to me and starts rubbing all over my body and lifts up my shirt and starts kissing my chest and nipples. Than I see him unzip his pants and whips out his dick. Now I have good. On the way I could see that a game was in progress. ‘This is my local football team, they have been playing well lately and I think they deserve a reward.’ My master said as he tied me securely bent over a bench in the middle of the changing room. ‘The game should end in about 15 minute’s slut. Until then I suggest you think about what a fucking worthless piece of fuckmeat whore you are.’ He continued as he removed my jeans. ‘I trust that you won’t disappoint any of my mates’ he said chuckling.