I had not killed the soldier outright, but he would surely die as a result of the wound in his lower belly.I ran as fast as I could to the other end o...f the arena, and I was cheered all the way. One young woman ran to the railing around the arena and handed me a cup of watered wine. Man, that was a welcome treat. I toasted her and thanked her for her help. She smiled rather coquettishly and went back to her seat. Meanwhile, I felt replenished and was ready for the next round. I happened to. Not only are you shorter, but you aren’t as thick, either… Does that excite you, needle-dick?”“Yes! Jesus, yes!” I croaked.“I bet I don’t feel as tight as usual, do I?”“No! You don’t feel tight! Oh, fuck, you aren’t as tight!”Mandy giggled wickedly. “Wrong, pin-dick! My pussy is as tight as ever – it's your little cock that's shrunk, so of course I’m not gonna be tight for you anymore! And with each month that passes, I'm gonna be less and less tight as that puny little dick of your shrinks. He reached out and grabbed my free hand and placed it on his cock. He was only about 5 inches but was thicker than the black cock in my other hand.Somehow I had become the center of attention. A third man came up behind the two I guess just to watch and beat off. The whole time the black guy never took his hand from my balls. I could feel his cock swelling up and getting supper hard, he started moaning and grabbed my hand away from his cock. He let go of my balls and started stroking. .." He was finding it hard to catch his breath as her hands proceeded down his abdomen, closer to his manhood. God, she was just taking off his SHIRT, and he was about to explode. "Three... Two...." She stopped again, playing flirtingly with that last button, twisting it, her fingers low and playful, diving slightly behind the button on his jeans, then out again, but not unbuttoning his shirt. Now it was her turn to reach out and steady HIM, as he almost lost his balance, dizzy with.