Robinson?" he asked when she went to the door."Yes?" Mrs. Caroline Robinson?" Yes?" A package for you. Sign here," said the courier."Where from?" Sear...ch me. I only deliver them. Please sign the form."Caroline signed and took the package inside. It was a brown A5 envelope with her name and address on the label but no indication of where it was from or who had sent it. Shrugging her shoulders, she opened it and found a letter and some airline tickets in a pouch.The letter was from the Kobekistani. His big beer bellyhanging like it was filled with ten gallons of pee."Hurry up twat, I still have five beers left to piss," BikerMan laughed.And then he saw Master Cock's lugee. "What a pretty piece of jewelry,"BikerMan said.I put my mouth over his soft penis his belly against my head and hegrabbed my ears and started lightly pinching them as his pee hole leakedinto my mouth and down into my tummy."Yes, you'll do nicely twat," and with that he let out another fartsaying, "I guess since you rim. " She made hand gestures in the air representing masturbation. "Just whack one off real quick." She suggested, blushing."No I can't just 'whack one off'. It doesn't work that way. I just need a few minutes to....calm down." I replied.She sighed and looked stood there pouting."We are literally not going to get anywhere with this." She complained. "Let me help."Before I could comprehend what she had said, she was hesitantly reaching into my boxers and had grabbed the thick shaft of my penis.. And then. The MAIN EVENT!. ASUKA!!!!! comes out first and then the QUEEN Charlotte Flair. It was a really good match. And by the very end of it my cock was dying to fuck something. After the show ended. I made my way to the bathroom. SNAP. Im on my way to the back again. This time I am looking for the QUEEN and her massive fucking tits. I find her in the dressing room. Just finishing up taking a shower after her match. Shes standing there in a white towel barely covering anything at all. I pull.