(http://i674.photobucket.com/albums/vv110/jelly_beanjlw/s003crop.jpg)<br/><br/>It was titillating to have a man watch you. Especially a famous man, a sports sensation. Or one who had been at one point. Most everyone knew Joel Ridzel, at least those who followed tennis in the least (even the major matches). And now, she was sliding her fingers in and out of her pussy for him. It was sexy, it was fun ... and she was getting paid to do it. Caroline knew right then that she and this job would get along marvelously.<br/><em><br/>"Caroline, I will touch you myself, I will make you pay for everything you've done." </em><br/><br/>She licked her lips at the thought. She liked the idea of that and the cool sexy tone of his voice. But more than that, more than the feel of her own fingers touching herself ... she liked his hand on her breasts. She gasped with each pinch of her nipples and sent him a sultry smile.<br/><br/>“Then I guess I can continue ... but only if you promise to cum for me Joel. I need to taste you.”<br/><br/>Still fingering herself thoroughly Caroline leaned in. Her lips were hot and wet upon his cock, pulling it forward before beginning to once again bob on it. She groaned around him, trembling a bit at the feel of him hard between her lips and her fingers now pulling at her own clit. Up and down she went, her sloppy sucking sounds filling the room as she gave it her all to bring him pleasure.