She shuffled on her feet and glanced over her shoulder, catching sight of a stranger at the end of the bar, gliding across the room in a whisper of mo...vement, swaying her hips with an alluring fascination, her shapely breasts jiggling with the capture of movement, her cute little naval winking invitingly, a heart-melting smile flirting with the most striking blue eyes he had ever seen. ‘Surely this is not the woman who shares a bed each night with Charles Henderson .’ His heart beat. The girl was paralyzed, using her hands to unsuccessfully cover her body. I quickly moved to the stall entrance and sternly ordered, “Stay put!”It was Rosa, a neighbor girl I’d had a few interactions with. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you but I have a few questions.” She did settle a little. My cock got a little tenser seeing the nubile display in front of me.“How long has this been going on?” I asked sternly.“Two days,” was the timid answer I got.“How long have you been having sex?”“Five. . After all they had as much money as the ocean was deep, and having Anna Kournikova on your tournament, EVEN just the exhibition part, brought considerable worldwide prestige.Anna had not accepted the invitation just for the money, though. From the tournament of two years ago, she remembered the great time she had had shopping in the exclusive local Super Mall. All the players would get the opportunity to shop around in that palace of decadence. It seemed like the pinnacle of the world's haute. She was face down on the bed, panting for cool air, the sweat on her body shined in the dim motel room light. In her entire life, she had never been fucked like that. Her ass was sore, her blouse a rag, and her conscience was testing her again, should she feel (elation? sated? regret? shame?). She felt between her legs and pulled them back, her fingers covered with evidence. She studied the semen, she sniffed the semen, then she licked her fingers clean and decided she felt neither regret nor.