Ivo assured me that making a trip to the encounter rooms was entirely voluntary, even as a spectator. And he certainly didn't expect to be taking me t...ere while the competition was taking place as he never went without Elke. It was obvious the performers were lovers off stage as well as on. The blonde girl continued licking her lover's pussy long after their music stopped as if insisting that an orgasm was more important than a mere competition. At the end I realized I was more than a little. I moaned and contracted my pussy around his cock; something I knew turned him on, “oh fuck you Nat! oh fuck, fuuuuck!!” He moaned in delight as he sawed through my pussy. I loved the feeling of his hard shaft moving rapidly along the walls of my velvet sex. I reached under and started to massage my clit. I felt another strong orgasm building up inside of me. Luke smacked my tight ass hard, leaving a red mark there. “You like that, Nat? Huh? You like that?” He moaned, smacking my ass again. I. You were drunk, and high. "I love this place," you said, "it's so hot... and I feel it to my heart". You smiled and dropped the dress from your shoulders. Your flesh blazed in the sunlight against the window. You were hot. Your skin glistened with the afternoon heat. " I feel like a cat," you giggled, and then slipped onto the sheets naked to nap. "I'm going down for a newspaper and some cigarettes... I'll be back in a while, my sweet," I said, leaning across you to nuzzle your neck. You. She never had been. But the invisible bubble that had always kept her detached from everyone seemed flimsier tonight, the barrier thinner, almost transparent. She could feel more. She could imagine herself as one of those pretty women, outgoing and self-assured, celebrating their youth and soaking up enthusiastic male attention without a care in the world. It was strange, not having a care in the world. No bleak concerns, no devastating struggles, no overwhelming responsibilities, no one.