Twelve orgasms would be better, and more realistically achievable than NO orgasms for 365 days in a row! Yet, one orgasm A MONTH wasn't very many, esp...ecially if you were like me...who loves having as many orgasms as possible, but that $50,000 dollar prize money if I did accomplish such a feat was extremely tempting to at least try for it!My girlfriend was very enthusiastic for me to give it a go! She had some ideas about how to spend that much money, and she encouraged me to enter the contest;. Sheila pulled me up and got me out on the dance floor. We danced and made out together, and then I had KC in my arms, and then Melanie. Some fast music came on and we sat down. I didn’t do fast dances very well; I felt like a fool and a Class A dork when everyone around me looked so cool.After a few minutes, I looked around for Elsa and Cindy, but they were gone. Those images of them spread out on a bed in a hotel room with the men switching back and forth between them swept through my head. In this instance, she decided that rather than bother Master with her need, she would just quickly take care of herself. Surely she could get away with it just this once. She knew she was caught. There was no hiding what she was up to, and she made no move to hide or cover herself. "I'm sorry, Master. I didn't want to bother you..." "Nora, you know better than that. Have I ever been so busy that I haven't been able to at least respond to your requests?" She averted her eyes while he lectured. A few seconds later, the blonde exited the shower and started drying off as she walked over and sat down on the bench in front of her locker. By now, Sharon and the blonde were the only two people left in the locker room, and the blonde looked over at Sharon and said, "I hate showering with all those other girls watching, don't you?!?" Not expecting any conversation, Sharon mumbled, "Uh, yeah, me too," and then looked away and continued dressing! Much to Sharon's consternation, the blonde.