With her corona turned down to simmer, european I moved up to her body to worship her rear bottom regions.My inhibitions evaporated like frost in a flame and I knew how to act.It looked like there were six of the ten goblins I had tasked with this job still alive.I’m going to do more research mature and see what else I can find about that spell and that talisman.Strange how that could be.He returned with a plain riding-crop and an antique yagatan, bone-handled with its gleaming, recurved mom blade dripping red.His skinny legs ran straight underneath me. My tip was wet with precum.Mmm, you did, I said.Alright I’ll give you this pussy Emily said as she british straddled bigtits over me so we were in a 69 position.That’s an excellent and considerate idea, Scarlett. Two bouncers appeared and it wasn’t long before all 3 of us were tied spread-eagled to a bed. Diego said something over the sound system and the curtains opened.OMG there were hundreds of people there, all looking at the 3 of us.Diego then went on to say that the winner would be the girl who came the least number of times over the next 60 minutes. He then went on to explain that only 3 members of the audience would be allowed on the stage at one time and each set of 3 would change every 5 minutes.That was another surprise to me; I’d been expecting 3 well endowed, naked men to be torturing our clits. I’d visualised lying on something like a bed and looking at a big, hard cock whilst the owner’s fingers were working on my clit. Then he added another surprise; the winner would then have the pleasure of 5 audience volunteers trying to make her cum as many times as they could for a whole 30 minutes. No chance in that being me. I thought. Diego then went on to explain the sequence of tables that would define the order of people coming onto the stage.I wasn’t particularly interested in that part so I sort of switched off and tried to psych myself up to resist the clit and tit torture that I was about to endure.The next thing that I knew was 6 hands were tickling me or mauling my tits and pussy. Normally I would love that but I tried my best to put my head in a different world and to ignore what was happening to me. I thought back to my days in school, the bad times and the bad teachers. When I got punished and when the PE teacher made us go for cross-country runs in the rain and snow. I started to think about the other girls bigtits and in our dorm room; then I had to stop myself because I started to remember the times when we experimented with our bodies. No; thinking about that was not on. european I changed to thinking more about the nasty PE teacher who made us do gymnastics and yoga; then hockey in the rain in british winter.All the time I could feel the hands on me and in me. I really wanted to enjoy what they were doing to me but I knew that I mom couldn’t. My mind went back to more bad times at school; the detentions, the canings (fortunately I only had one of those), the having to go to mature church on a Sunday morning regardless of the weather.Hey readers, don’t get me wrong, school wasn’t that bad; in fact I had lots of good times, really good times.Anyway, I have no idea how many sets of hands had tried to make me cum, nor how long I was surviving without cumming. Then someone got a magic wand and held it against my clit.