After regaining the feeling in my knees, I followed her out and returned to my seat in the longue next to the blonde who was smiling in contentment. I was amazed to see that the bar room was still empty. The blonde noticed my confusion “oh, they’re all still playing, the first round is still going. You set a speed record so I thought I’d make the most of the situation.” We both laughed indian and sat back to enjoy our well-earned drinks. It took almost another 20 minutes for the next table winner to enter the lounge. And well over an hour before all sixteen winners were present. Almost all of them looked impressed with themselves, a few looked quite surprised to be here, but every single one of them looked at me nervously. The announcer had called for a break to allow the table to be reset, telling the crowd that the second round would begin in 30 minutes. As I sat there with my drink, I noticed a few of the other Brunette winners disappearing into the bathrooms with their respective hosts, coming back out a short time later looking very pleased with themselves. My host giving theirs a knowing smile. The 30 minutes passed fairly quickly and before long we were escorted back to queue in the corridor, my host placing me at the back again. Whereas last time I was waiting it was all anonymous, this time the fifteen people in front of me knew exactly who I was; not only being announced as the favourite, but flouncing my competition in spectacular form, I was getting plenty of nervous or curious looks as my host wished me luck for the rest of the tournament and left before I could answer. I had mocked Jack mercilessly for his anonymous fuck the Saturday before and now I had done the same thing. I was debating whether or not to tell Rachael and Jess when the music started blaring again, this time amateur 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 teen recognition of the oral 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, 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 – I quickly worked out – was that 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. Replaced by lust and heat as his passion rose indian with each thrust. “That’s Brunette five to zero, High Guard; I’m disappointed.” Steve looked at me like “What”. Seemingly satisfied with his efforts to keep his bitch in line, she watched as Chad lifted himself over her – her still being in the lazy missionary on his grungy bean bag – and push his glistening cock up in between the valley between her tits. She also added, “Mark, I’ll be more than happy to help alleviate your worries.” This was her first time and they say you never forget your first time and I wanted this to be the perfect memory. Trish was fighting back and trying not to be forced to lick her amateur sister. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Fuck," was all I could get out between thrusts. I told him that I never teen met a kid of his age as bold as he was, let alone to show him my naked pussy and let him fuck me. oral And I did not regret anything. "He definitely looks like an interesting case, how old is he?