I was debating whether or not to tell Rachael and Jess when the music started blaring again, this time it was ‘flay away’ by Lenny Kravitz, a few minutes of the song passed before the announcer’s voice came flowing into the corridor. “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome back to the second round of the regional finals. Sixty-four players were seated at the tables at the beginning of the evening. Now only sixteen remain.” Pause for effect as a brash of applause filled both rooms. “Now we will wattle that down to four. Now, introducing our semi-finalists…” and with that, the parade of names – which I systematically ignored - started rattling off. After an obviously much shorter wait than the least round, I found myself once again alone in the corridor. “… And finally,” the announcer said, “after winning his last table in a record breaking time of 18 blistering minutes, the bookies favourite for not only tonight, but now for the national finals as well…” this part was news to me, “…a player being dubbed by our pundits as ‘the Jedi’… JAMES DONOVAN!” In a roar of cheers and enthusiastic applause, I entered the auditorium. Same swirling spotlights, same blaring music and same cameraman trying to get a close up of my eyeballs. I put my arm up in recognition of the crowd again as I was led to my seat making a conscious effort to look more confident. This time it was a redhead linked onto my arm for the short walk to the tables; not the fiery red hair of Jess, Hardcore but more of an auburn ginger. There was no kiss on the cheek this time either as I took my place, all the time laughing to myself at my new nickname. The protocol – Brunette I quickly worked out – was that blowjob each player’s chips was the sum of his winnings in the previous games, we had started the previous round with the £400 worth of chip for the last heat, after winning £1200 in the last game, I was sat before I pile worth £1600; with a bigger pile came a longer albeit more exciting game. But once again, having been completely drained of testosterone before the game, I was a calm lake of serenity against the sea of doubt, nerves and alcohol in the opposition; and again, it was no challenge for me to mercilessly relieve them of their chips. There were a few big-pot hands in this match including a four-way £1000 each pot, in a bizarre twist, Second, third and fourth had all bluffed, then tried to buy themselves out of the bluff and failed. I won that hand with a full house that none of them were even close to matching. I was on fire, even by my own standards. The bluff tell from handjob fourth was an almost imperceptible shrug, as if he didn’t expect the bluff to work, but was anal going to try anyway. The trick to bluffing is that every now and then, you have to be holding something reasonable good, obviously nobody had let Fourth into this rule as he kept bluffing with nothing in his hand that could even remotely pose a challenge, so I simply called his bluff as soon as I saw the shrug. He was the first to fall. Second was next, he’d bluffed almost the entire remainder of his pot against third, then folded. My Hardcore ovaries drank in the anal heat. This young woman was unlike anything he’d ever been with. Why the hell am I playing matchmaker for them all the sudden? I held it to his lips again. They were huge but they were standing straight up. “He didn’t even cover up when I woke him. Candy murmured. I kept sucking and swallowing his hot, doggie cum the best I could until he was finished. “Maybe,” Brandon grinned, “she seemed pretty happy with it.” When we got to San Antonio Jon took handjob me shopping and bought me 2 Brunette sarongs, one was see-through. “Easy,” I said, “watch.” On the way home, Carol praised and thanked us. The feeling was unlike anything Taylor had ever felt before. As he got closer, he said “Jenny?” This caught Jenny’s attention and she said blowjob “Brad”, then said to everyone, “this is my brother, Brad” Hearing the dower little storm cloud fawn over a boy was more than a little bit surreal.