Jack warned me, "Don't you fucking bite me like you did Miguel." Thatwas a difficult order to obey, as Miguel rained a dozen blows from hisrough hands... on my exposed ass. I concentrated on the controlling theprogress of Jack's penis from my lips to my tonsils, and the suction ofmy tongue and cheeks as he pistoned out.I heard Miguel clear his throat and spit, and felt his phlegm land in agooey spot next to my upturned anus. Quickly, his stubby fingers spreadit around my ring, and then roughly. -Hoces jos? -Hocu. Nageo se i ljubio me,ovaj put strastvenije.Presao je i na vrat.Uzeo mi ja ruku i stavio na svoj kurac.Nikad nisam dirala tudji kurac i bilo me strah ali njegove usne i njegov jezik u mojim ustima me umirivao. Ustao je skinuo majicu,tijelo mu je bilo prelijepo,razvijeno misicavo,dlakavo.Onda je otkopcao i spustio pantole.Kroz bokserice mu se vidio nabrekli kurac. -Hajde uzmi ga,rekao je. -Strah me nisam nikad.. -Moras nekad probat,ako ti se ne svidi prestajemo. I dalje sam. No matter how well you pack, something always gets lost, broken or dumped. Sorting things out gave me something to keep my mind off my mood.Fortunately, I hired good people. Shortly I was checking details with my master of props and mistress of wardrobe. I left them to their roles and went to walk the venue. That was when the pot started to boil over. Siobhan's people were occupying the stage. In retrospect, I expected it to be like a Renaissance Faire. Wrong. Ren Faire vendors are experienced. He has scruffy dark hair and bright hazel eyes. His shirt is tight and stretches across his chest, hugging the defined muscles of his arms. He is wearing a pair of jeans that accentuate his thighs and I can clearly see the outline of his cock through the denim. I smile shyly as I hurry past, hoping he does not see the lust in my glance or the flush that crosses my face and cleavage. “Hot Damn” I think to myself. I can feel my pussy getting wet, as I imagine his hands exploring my body. Would he.