She lay there panting, trying to catch her breath when she heard a noise that sounded like the front door closing. “Mom! I'm Home!” Robin was sat in his own little world, staring at his own reflection in the dark surface of the limo's window, thoughts lost to the memory of what he’d just done for Athena and the knowledge of what, if she got her way, was still to come. “You ready sweetie?” He blinked, as if coming out of a stupor and looked back to her, to Athena, her expression playful, but her threesome body language pressing. It hadn’t been so much of a question as it had been an order. Meekly he looked back at the window, looking through his own reflection to cumshot the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from her limo to the Hotel’s lobby was lined by an eager group of camera-toting men, the dreaded paparazzi. “But… The photographers, they’ll see us together.” He said, voice soft and he heard her knock on the partition with the driver, a signal that he was to come open their door for the two of them. He looked at her, his eyes going wide as any chance of a reprieve from this limelight was stolen away from him, but she just smiled wryly, “Don’t worry about it, once we get inside and I tweet out who you are and the pictures you’ve drawn they won’t think a thing, promise. Now just smile and act natural.” He opened his mouth to protest but, as he did the door before blowjob him opened and without a moment to compose himself he felt Athena’s hand on his back, pushing him outside. Robin, at the very least, didn’t fall over, though as he stood there, stunned, the world around him exploded with bright flashing lights, each spark coming at him accompanied by a hail of desperate shouted questions; “Who’re you!” “How do you know Athena!” “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 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 to be all but shoved along by her, his movements wooden his expression a grimace. As they waited for the lift she pulled a smartphone from her pocket, pursing 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 Hardcore 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 interracial 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 Brunette returning her attention to her phone. Glenn appeared totally confused as she practically shoved him down into a sitting position. In all of our interactions cumshot before this, Tabatha has played the role of the experienced older sister, who has her admiring little brother Brunette wrapped around her finger. Please just fuck blowjob me properly." The size of it was much better than my hubby's flaccid cock. “Finger me please!” Lucy whispered to me. Did you enjoy my act?” That was the first time I saw him confused. I said I will be down later to see her again. “Hi Elena.” Yavara giggled, “I see you made a new friend.” "Enjoying yourself?" he asked. Now every time she picked up a phone, three and sometimes four students where molesting her body. 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