Make love, tonight?" Absolutely, Baby!" I said without hesitation. "I know you're keyed up about the tournament." You think you could -- would you lik... it if we slept together, anyway?" she asked me. "I mean, that wouldn't be like, cruel torture for you or something -- would it?" Torture? No way, Sweet Girl! I'd rather sleep with you, without sex, than to sleep with Carla Frances with full fucking-privileges." (Carla Frances was a babe-a-licious cheerleader-type that we both knew. I knew Carla. .how about all of you go out, men, women, futas allalike?" Markus gasped for air as he saw the massive cock pause and nod.On command, everyone in the pub with the exception of Marian began tofuriously masturbate. A few people rushed off to penetrate one anotherand a choir of moans soon filled the room. "Let's hope this works,"Markus thought to himself as he braced for the blowout. He could see asmall twitch in the massive cockhead and took a deep breath. Everythingwent dark as his face was. But the members in attendance were old moneyed or new moneyed but either way they were moneyed.Carrie was used to dealing with these types of people. Some of her clients were multi-national corporations so she was at ease. I, on the other hand, hated the stuffy old bastards and their silicon trophy wives with a passion. So I hid behind the mask of my job — I was representing the newspaper, a charter member of the Chamber — and I was not there as a participant.We danced and ate and socialized.. She adjusted the short and tight bolero-style jacket over her free-swinging tits. It was of the same leather as the gloves and the under bust corset that cinched her waist.All the while her head spun with questions of what was happening. Why is the girl here? Why am I risking my crushed heart again? The spoilt slut is just bored, that is all there is to it. She didn't even hide it, did she? Her precious lover left her and now she needs her itch scratched. Why invite misery? Can't I just have my.
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