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“What’s your name!” He stood there, a deer in the headlights, at least until he felt Athena’s reassuring and confident hand on his back, pushing him forward once again, this time towards the lobby. In an almost trance-like state and with Athena’s guiding hand resting on his lower back he stepped forward as she smiled and waved so calmly and well practised, only offering the oppressive wall of similarly directed questions with, “You’ll find out on my twitter soon!” Robin wasn’t sure if it was ten steps or a thousand, but before long he found himself in the hotel lobby, Athena’s guiding hand taking him as far as the lifts before she let him go, laughing interracial lightly. “Oh my god, you were so perfect, I thought it would take you a while to get used to the paparazzi but you took to it like… Well, like you took to my dick.” She grinned and he looked up at her, baffled. In his mind he had had sensual to be all but shoved along by her, his movements wooden his expression a grimace. As they waited for the lift she pulled asian a smartphone from her pocket, pursing masturbation her lips as she opened an app and scrolled through it. He put his hand to his own pocket, reaching for his own smartphone and, as his fingers dipped into his pocket felt a moment of panic before remembering he had had it confiscated by Athena’s assistant back at the arena, and at no point had had it back, or even seen her. “A-Athena?” She looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. “Can I have my phone back?” She eyed him for a moment, then smiled sweetly, reaching out to run her fingers through his long black hair, “Aww, sweetie, no…” She winked and lowered her hand from his face, looking back to her phone as he stood there feeling oddly alone. His phone was his connection to his family, his friends, and though it wasn’t that they were waiting to hear from him, but without it he felt like a lifeline had been severed. They stepped into the lift together as it arrived along with one of Athena’s suited men, though Athena paid as much attention to their presence as she did to the pattern on the carpet beneath their feet. “Here, look.” She said with a smile, holding her sizable phone towards him, which he took, looking at what she offered. It was from Twitter, with #AthenaTour prominent in the caption beneath the photo that dominated the screen. It showed Athena smiling with one arm up waving midstep, wearing her casual outfit, no longer in her stage dress, her limo behind her and her arm around a boy, his body slender, especially when compared to her curvier form, his expression a little uncertain but his smile warm and surprisingly charismatic, his long hair giving him a very feminine appearance, a book clutched in one hand. Robin swallowed as she took the phone back from him, “That was me?” He asked uncertainly and Athena gave him an incredulous, 'duh', look before returning her attention to her phone. He looked up at the suited guard, a tall man with dark skin and an even darker expression that, thankfully, wasn’t pointed his way and Robin looked away again, inspecting the pattern on the carpet. He felt the elevator slow and the doors before him open, he let Athena step out first and, with a crook of her finger, was bid to follow. He didn’t object, following Athena as she slipped her phone massage back into her pocket, her suit going ahead to open her hotel room door, allowing them both to slip inside before closing it, sealing them both in the room, alone together. “Mm,” Athena sighed deeply, putting her phone down on a table and looking around. The room was exceptionally well furnished and, Robin noted, led into a couple of different rooms. He’d stayed in hotels before, but never one that was more than just a bedroom and adjoined bathroom. As he looked around he could see several of her possessions lying around and, he assumed, she must have stayed here the night before too. “What do you think?” She asked, looking over at him and smirking as she walked over to a pair of sizable couches. “It’s... Impressive.” He said, honestly and she shrugged. “It’s okay I suppose,” She paused, glancing towards the door where, he assumed, the bedroom was, “come on, I really want a shower but we’re going to have to do that handjob photo shoot first. Your pictures, I mean.” He nodded some as she turned towards the room, stepping forward to follow but she hesitated, smirking, “Oh, and take off your shirt.” He stopped and looked up at her, eyes wide, “W-what? Why?” “Shy?” She teased, knowing he was. “Look.” She hooked her thumbs under the base of her shirt and lifted it up, his cheeks flushing crimson as her curvy plush form was revealed to him, bare and perfect, her stomach smooth, her breasts full and rounded on her chest, bigger than he had thought, her perfect nipples, for now at least, soft atop their mountains of flesh, “Now you.” He swallowed, staring at the beautiful blonde, the object of so many of his fantasies and desires stood there, topless, hands on her hips as she waited expectantly for him, him of all people, to partially undress too. He had to keep reminding himself that she wasn’t all the goddess that he saw before him, that she was manipulating him, using him, but his awareness didn’t stop him from obeying, albeit after setting down his sketchbook. Athena bit her lip as she got her first look at the bare skin of her cock sucking little gem. She had been worried that with his pale skin and dark hair she’d have to shave his body, as any little patches of masculinity would stand out like a beacon against his fairness, but to her delight, his lithe feminine body was as silky smooth as her own. More, the whole time I, well, I just couldn’t help myself, I couldn’t stop talking about it, praising its shape and not at all deficient or inadequate length and girth. One hand worked its way down to my ass. Upon completion of his rubdown, Michael watched the woman begin disconnecting the red enema bag. The insane rich-bitch bends down and takes off Margaret's heels as she did her own. Disappointment flashed across Abby’s face, “Oh ok, I’ll see you next class then.” She brushed her hair away from her glasses, smiled nervously, and massage finished her trip to the door. There was silence for a moment, then Bethany said "I'll find you the next cup size up." Adrianne laid down for him, knees up and together, she looked up at him innocently, he stared right back at her. I'm masturbation trying to concentrate on hand and mouth and grinding on her at the same time. You were having a nightmare,” I ask hesitantly. After a bit her chant changed and began to grow louder,"Oh sensual fuck...oh fuck..oh fuck..oh fuck...OH FUCK....OH FUCK...I'm...I'm...gunna CUM!!"" The pink feline's lithe frame was strapped firmly into a leather and metal harness with straps placed in such a way that any wrong move or struggling would only lead asian to more restrictions. “What a cute name. And if your family gets in the way, they too will suffer.” Her cunt was tight, but well lubricated. She had never experienced such a rush of hormones and wanted to continue the meeting for long. Alice began moving a little from side to interracial side also, setting the handjob weights jumping against Lupe's thighs. My hands rubbed from the transition of my scales to the human-like skin of my belly.