My fingers reached up and held his ball sack. Feeling them growing in my hand. Hardening, filling, ripening to my touch. I ensured I kept eye contact ...with him as I ever so slowly lowered my mouth down on him, taking him, inch by beautiful inch, deeply into my mouth before I turned my head to ensure I took him in fully down, until he could feel my throat muscles clasping and clutching as I tried to ensure he was all the way. I heard his groan and felt the moment he tipped his head back in relief. Holding it up again, gripping it tightly by the base, I marvel at its size and firmness. I’m now eye-level with your balls, which also look heavy and are no doubt full to bursting with hot cum. I take you back into my mouth, this time trying my best to swallow as much of your cock as possible. As the soft tip brushes against the back of my throat, I almost gag. But instead i slowly reposition myself to take you in further, and your shaft slides more easily down my throat. I can tell this is. He took up watching the door to Fredrick?s stateroom.Ben was feeling very strange. He could breathe better the more time wenton, but he also felt a tingling sensation going up his spine. He feltmore and more tension as the tingling feeling ascended. He had to getup, get Jason off him.Finally, the feeling reached his brain. He immediately relaxed.Something fundamental about him changed. A feeling of peace overcamehim, and before he could even ask what was going on, he fell asleep."Ben?" Madhuri. TSlowly standing up she struggled to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered one of the judges asking her to get a box of archived files from the basement. She remembered someone coming up behind her and grabbing her, putting a cloth over her nose and mouth. d**gged??? But why? She looked at the large bed in the room. She looked at the massage table in the corner. The colors of the room were beautiful - red - lush and ripe. Veils - soft and strong - hung in various colors all around.