We said goodbye at the baggage claim, wished each other well and went our separate ways. I got the rental car and found my way to my hotel. While che...king in, who do I see walking into the lobby? This time our conversation turned much more flirtatious and we agree to dinner and maybe drinks after we freshen up from the flight. I was on the first floor so she said she would stop by my room when she was ready. After opening the luggage and unpacking a little, I had just gotten in the shower. I. His question made me curious and, furthermore, I assumed I'd be safe with him. "We can just watch," he told me. He also made it clear that I wasn't to call him Judge nor could I use my own real name. He was Bill and I was Sandy. How ironic! Sandy was my mom's name.He took me to the top of an upscale apartment building where we walked in on forty people in various states of undress and thinly-veiled disguise. A guy in a Yankees cap was sitting back on a sofa getting an unhurried blow job from a. I couldn’t scream, I was too shocked by the moment. “Are you going to be a good little girl?” he whispered in my ear. I nodded and found my situation exciting and somewhat pleasurable “yes sir.” He unbuttoned my skirt and slid it off along with my panties and kicked off his pants and boxers and untied my hands.Every time he told me to do something I did it “Stand up” I stood “lay down” I lay silently on my bed “Spread your legs for me” I couldn’t stop myself from doing it and I parted my legs.. Both events were very exciting and rewarding for the American athletes. I admired the skill, physical strength and agility of these young seemingly hairless young men. I had never had sex with another man but like all men I sometimes wondered, especially with these adonis’. Later that evening I was back in my hotel room. I turned on the telly, that’s what they call the TV over here. I fell asleep watching the women’s gymnastics. I don’t know why they call the event women’s when I don’t think I.