I called again, same question, but this time a bit louder. Still no response. This time i walked up to her door and gave it a knock. Not even a respon...e from this. What was going on? I slowly entered her room and manoeuvred around the door to see if she was okay. To my surprise, she was still in bed, but wriggling a bit. Must be having a nightmare i thought. so i tiptoed along the side of her bed to the side she sleeps on. aS i got about half way up, i could see she wasn't asleep and to her. There is a spatter of applause from the audience. She swallows with a smile and re-takes the softening cock in her mouth, holding it gently. Her heaving breasts slow down as she catches her breath. Her dildos slow to a stop and retract out of her openings and back into the pedestal. The close-up view shows her pussy and ass are swollen and red from arousal and friction.The voting chime continues its regular ring. The audience continues to press frantically at their buttons. The rhythmic humming. I met Geet through a FB page and we start chatted normally. Started from hi , hello then moved to share about us and days passed on FB chats. We like each other company. One day we were chatting I found sadness in talk. For which I asked her about the issue. She denied to share. Then I asked to meet her as she would feel good and accepted but after insisting so much. We exchanged the number and confirmed the venue and time.I reached the venue at time but I saw nobody so I waited for her after. I placed a thumb on each side causing her to cry out " STOP! STOP!" at the contact and then I roughly pulled her lips apart. Peering in I looking closely, and there it was; her intact hymen, stretched nicely across her small opening. It wouldn't be there for long.I got up stepping back from her, I told her that she would be wearing a skirt and that the hem is six inches above her knees, hosiery, black high heels, and a white blouse. I told her get dressed so that we could get married and leave.