I hung up and looked at Irfan, who was playing with my pussy lips.Me: Mann nahi bhara abhi tak? (Aren’t you satisfied yet?)Irfan: Itni jaldi kaise b...harega? (How come so soon?)Me: Jaldi? Kal se 5 baar kar chuke ho aur kitna karoge? (Soon? We’ve fucked 5 times since yesterday. How much more do you want?)Irfan: Aapko dekhke to lagta hai ki ruko hi na, bas karte hi raho. (Looking at you, it feels that I should never stop.)Me: Aur karna hai? (looking at his limp cock) (You want to do it more?)Irfan:. The Baron took Martin by the wrist and pulled him across the room asMartin pranced quickly on his toes in his high heels so not to fall down."Wait Baron," he said as he pranced behind him.Martin was forced to sit on the piano bench. The Baron held his cock upto Martin's lips."Please not like this. It's very early in the morning and it's Christmasmorning," Martin said looking at the swollen head of the cock.Martin looked up at his husband with pleading eyes only to feel the tipof the cock touch. That was cool. If I could help make someone else a contender and still not mess up my own training, I was happy to do it.Warsaw’s track is a mile long and you have to get around it three times. There’s a lot of monotony. There are no trees and with the number of runners on the track you could see people scattered all the way across the field with the various loops and switchbacks. And the afternoon was hot and muggy. Those were all things that conspired against the runners.Our leaders fought. I prented that I was asleep and we didnt talk. He changed into his tarck suit and than gone out again.About half an hour later he came back with one of the secretaries who was about 23 at the time. She was a big girl, short but really big bum big tits, very sexy really, a true bbw with an amazing hourglass figure. They spoke very quietly as they thought I was asleep, I could not see much but could make it out that they were kissing and touching and really getting into it. I could see him.