The new American Empire announce a new tournament, an endless tournament where people will fight one another and get paid with money for each victory....There is no finale, no champion. Just endless bout after bout. Everyone above 18 can enter the tournament. People from all around the world enter the tournament for the money. There are no rules. You fight for survival and most of the times, dignity. The winner gets to decide what happens to the loser. The winner can either let the loser go or. I knelt on the bed next to Julie, close enough that my penis head rubbed against her thigh and left a smear of pre cum on her smooth flesh. I pleasured her with my fingers, caressing the inside tops of her thighs, stroking her vagina lips, running my fingers right under her between her vagina and her arse, moving my finger into the top of her vagina to circle her clit when her whimpers and gasps got more and more frantic telling me her climax was rising. Suddenly she cried out incoherently,. A jucuzzi was in the center of the large marbled foyer. The men greeted the women and told them to get comfortable. Four of the men then seemed to have something to discuss and went to one of the rooms. Two men remained. The black man, Paul, led Tara to the vacant room while Jane and her guy, Bill, remained by the jacuzzi.I was given instructions to make sure the camera centered in on Tara’s huge breasts. As soon as Paul started eagerly opening the buttons on Tara’s blouse, one by one, I. Karishma said, “I thought we were going someplace else. Why did you bring me to your house?” Avinash could make out she was playing miss goody-two-shoes with him and he loved it. In his response to her question, he just winked at her and took her into the living area where both of them sat comfortably on the couch. Avinash took her hand into his and looked at her, “I can’t believe my eyes I am here with you again after ages.” Karishma blushed subtly and squeezed his hand. He suddenly came close.