The older athlete tossed her head slightly, reminding me for an instant of a thoroughbred filly in the starting stalls before a race, and then she whispered in a silky tone:
‘Remember, sweet thing, “whatever you like”, that’s what you offered – that’s what you bet … Blowjob sex I was speechless, unsure of where to look or what to say. I just managed to hold off the slightly-too-late challenge of the woman in third place – the rest of the field were well back – but Tamar crossed the line about four metres ahead of me. That had become almost irrelevant to me now, and what was drawing me on and ensuring my compliance was my need to know more, to discover more, and to be taken further down this road. mmm, no, you shouldn’t … I scrambled to obey, and lay there, admiring the powerfully erotic sight of Tamar in nothing but her black boots, their outdoor smartness all the more emphasising our indoor nudity.
