"Here, put this on," I said, holding a pair of semi-transparent track pants.

"I thought we were playing tennis?"

"We are."

Victoria leaned forward to pull up the form fitting fabric against her silky skin but I stopped her. Pressing into her back, I bent her further before inserting two ben wa balls. Her slippery entrance from two weeks of oragasm denial swallowed both with much eagerness.

"We wouldn't want you to drop them when you are distracted by other balls."

Judging from her expression, Victoria replied by clenching the balls within her, already causing a wet stain to form.