“The numbers are sealed to prevent any switching.”One guy carried a clipboard numbered to equal the number of shooters signed up. The contestants ...alked up to the clipboard man ... gave their name and handed the slip to him. The clipboard guy opened the slip an wrote down the name next to the number ... one number at a time.The number slip was stashed in a pocket.AAARRRGGGHHH! Nobody knows when they shoot!“It’s all part of the game. You’ll start when called.”When every number had been listed we. I ached for those same fingers to worm their way into my seeping hole and give me the slightest moment of relief, but no … that was not your plan at all. My own hands were not still, as the nails of my left hand raked harshly against your shoulder, while my right hand found the buttons of your jeans and tore at them. I needed just as much as you did and was rewarded with little “pops” as the buttons released. I fished my hand behind the boxers seeking what I’d hoped was your throbbing cock and. After a minute his huge palms drop on Andrea shoulders,his fingers caress the collar bone then slowly claim back to the top of the neck.He certainly know how to massage.After a while he push the bra straps down on my wife upper arm and powerfully but smoothly glides from ears to elbow ,undoing my wife dress almost half way,lowering further the bra strap.He look at me as his huge black,strong hands drop from the collar bone to my white wife upper chest,Andrea take a sip of sparkling and close. An evening well spent, isn’t it? ;)I rushed home holding his hand since I could not walk on my own in my 4-inch heels. “Bad idea”, I kept repeating over and over again as he suppressed his laughter and tried to patiently get me home. As soon as we got inside the house, I kicked my shoes off and ran to the bathroom to wash and dry my feet.He followed me into the room as he asked, “Are you alright?” I sighed and replied in the affirmative. As he sat down on the bed. He motioned for me to sit on.