She still had the rings through her cunt lips. She had talked to Phil about it, and they had agreed that she would leave them there to remind her of t...e things that she had gone through, when she had been kidnaped. She pulled the negligee aside to look at her ass in the mirror. It looked luscious with the black garter belt framing it out, and her dark nylons covering her shapely legs. Phil had always liked her ass and legs.The door opened, and Phil came in. He grinned when he saw what she was. Yet, he could care less about it and, he also knew, there was the off chance that the broken glass had been charm-altered in itself to slice the flesh of whomsoever decided to try scrying through it for it's previous owner. Such protection against discovery was not unknown and very likely. The prospect of a sliced wrist wasn't the least of it, though. By drawing his blood, the hexed object would then be able to report back to it's master, whoever had cast the spell, everything knowable about. Fast. Slow. Deep. Her thrusts would roll me up on my toes and press me against the edge of the counter. When she pulled back my pussy ached to be filled again. I felt a spring tighten as each movement built on the one before. Each time she slapped my ass the pain didn’t have time to dissipate before my body was overwhelmed with a new sensation. The spring tightened more. I felt it spread throughout my body. Only one person had ever made me feel that way. But he had never reached me like this.I. He walked up to the counter where they where checking registrations."I'm Toby O'Brien I'm here for the comp." He said with confidence, although there where butterflies floating in his stomach.The Girl representative checked a list before speaking to him. "Good luck your 8th up." Thanks." Toby said as he went to do some quick warm up moves.It was your basic street setup, with lots of boxes, cones, benches, a ramp or two, some rails to test the skaters in all aspects of there abilities to street.