It was a good thing it was underwater and her secret lack of character was a well-kept secret from her loyal friend. They quickly gathered their swimm...ing gear and headed right across the street to the site of the contest.The older females were not entered into the competition because they knew in their hearts that no amount of Yoga or frenzied workouts would put their drooping ass cheeks on a par with the average eighteen year old.The woman on the entrance gate told them,“Girls, you have to. And yet...At the same time, there was something about him. Something compelling,domineering almost. It made her feel small and meek, every bit thewoman that she had been turned into. He was... masterful, that was theword. A man of status and stature, a man to be owned by.Wait, what was that last? Her head still had not fully cleared by thetime Jasmine led her to the foot of the throne. Just below eye level,even though he was seated. She tried to stare him down, but could onlyyield. Her eyes. The light from the morning sun shown through the window accenting her flat belly and perfect breasts. The tiny hairs on her stomach were magnified by the warm sunshine. Her robe fell to the carpeted floor in a puddle of silk at the base of the bed. Jane stepped to the bed and climbed back in, this time mounting me with her silky smooth tan legs draped against mine. The erotic massage of my body continued. Jane was working my testicles, taint, and ass like my private fantasy images. My friends. “Go on, doit.”“Suck it,” I said. “Please. I’m about to come.”My cock’s head was barely between her lips when Iejaculated, sobbing with relief. I stayed there until Iwas spent and felt her tongue circling my glans. Then Iwiggled my way back down her lush body dragging my ramright between her lovely boobs, and she spread her legsand closed her eyes. It was still big and hard. Itlooked like the back end of a three-cell flashlight ormaybe the handle.