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underwear and begin
pulling them down.
    As I do, his hands meet my shoulders, and slowly usher
me down without words. I drop to my knees, drag his underwear to his
ankles. He steps out of them carefully as his cock extends out in
front of me.
    I take the shaft, place the tip in my mouth, and roll my
tongue around it. Above, he looks down on my through his mask, the
black holes of his eyes giving away no emotion.
    But my focus isn't on his mask, it's on his cock,
sliding it up and down my throat, pulling the majority of his eight
inches into my warm, wet mouth.
    I suck his cock with control and relish, devouring it
like it's a delicious meal. Something to be savored, enjoyed, treated
with respect.
    Now I'm not thinking about the time any longer, and
before I know it more has passed than a realize. I'm just beginning
to work out the rhythm of his growing breathing when he pulls me
away, kneels down himself, and removes my panties.
    He begins eating my pussy, hitching one leg over his
shoulder, holding his hands under my ass to keep my balance. I yelp
as his tongue darts inside me. I sigh deeply as his lips close around
my clit.
    I'm in a state of delirium when I feel myself lifted and
tossed back onto the bed. Before I know it he's pulling my legs apart
and has his tongue inside me again, his fingers working their way
around my lips and folds.
    As if working to a specific schedule in his head, he
stops, suddenly, and positions himself in front of me. I lie my head
back as his dick begins its journey inside me, sliding in through my
wet hole.
    He's bigger than most men I've fucked, but not the
biggest, and there's no pain except for the lightest moment of
discomfort. But as Randall told me, I don't grimace of make any
sounds of displeasure. Like a true actress, I merely moan and groan
in all the right ways until he's pounding me hard and all I feel is
the manic thrusting of his cock and the touch of his balls slapping
at my ass.
    Suddenly, as he changes position and flips me round to
fuck me from behind, I feel the bed begin to turn, the entire room
slowly spinning around in a clockwise motion.
    It must be for everyone to see all angles ,
I think to myself, before the sensation of his cock filling me up
once more makes me forget it all.
    Intermittently, he pulls his cock out and begins eating
me from behind. I feel his tongue snake over my asshole, probing
somewhere I've never been probed, before his dick re-enters and
throbs inside me once again.
    By now, I'm completely lost to it all, the fact that
people are watching me at this very moment becoming irrelevant at
worst, and exciting at best. The feeling is odd, but I get a buzz of
satisfaction at the idea that my sex is considered good enough for
such highly vaunted public consumption.
    Brett flips me into various positions, continuing to
pummel me at different angles and with different levels of intensity
until he works out what really makes me tick. Soon, I'm coming, my
pussy growing even wetter, my groans echoing around the room and, at
times, becoming shrieks.
    Somehow, I'm even louder than normal, losing myself to
the performance, trying to make it as appealing to the men beyond the
glass walls as I can.
    What do they want to see? What do they want to hear?
    I ask myself these questions, pushing Brett onto his
back and riding him hard, flipping around and doing the same in
reverse.
    Before the 30 minutes is up, I've come again. And it's
all real. No faking, no need. Brett has elicited the right response,
and the situation itself has only served to enhance it.
    And then, right on cue, Brett comes too. With the
control of a tight rope walker, he pumps me full of his come right
when the scheduled end of our performance is due, hitting the high
notes and finishing on a climax that's sure to receive a round of
applause beyond.
    At least, if it was the equivalent of a stage show it
would. Because that was the finest fuck of my life.
    But there is no applause. There's only me and