“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 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 the street outside. They didn’t have far to go, but the short walk from indian 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 MILF 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 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 pov 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 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 amateur 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 blowjob 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 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. We had a few glasses of wine and I began feeling quite tipsy. Won't be back for several hours. Note: you know we never kidnap our own girls for security reasons, but always cross the border. Another thing about the house was that it was built in an pov era when big windows were all the rage. I said. I feel my way inside the walls of her pussy, noticing the way the walls open and close ever blowjob so slightly. My steps carried me up the hill, the shadows sustaining my body a little longer. “It’s cool. “No,” he replied, “but I would love to know. It was obvious he wanted to put it in my mouth. She walked out ten minutes later wearing an authentic Jose Altuve jersey. 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I’m back in the truck with David amateur and he is angry, wants to put the kid in his place but he’s there already and doesn’t like it. It was like she was trying to tell me something with her eyes or testing me to see if I could read her thoughts. One of the women got a big dildo out of her bag and smiled at me as she pushed it into my pussy before more photographs were taken. I greeted Sal with a handshake and Sandra with a hug. Since I’ll be fighting in the championship, I’ll need every technique at my disposal in case things go awry.” Mom kicked away a table, and planted her feet, “I was hoping you’d teach me what Passion has taught you.” “Come on,” he groaned. Bob leaned over the side ready to drag the guy up on the patio but he was gone. “Fuck, that was amazing!” Johnny screamed, as we rode back into the city. Then he let out an indian explosive breath. I got a little bolder, oiling up another finger and working it in beside the first. You see, I accidentally saw all those naughty pictures on your computer the other day. “Right? I mean, I'm not hating on these men - far from it - if anything I'd be hating on their wives! “I never thought that we will do this for real…” I said almost whispering to her. But it didn't leave much time for any one of us to enjoy him.