"You would like to touch me, wouldn't you?" Danica teased as she ran her hands down her sides.He nodded his head slightly to indicate he would."What?"...Danica inquired.He replied, "Yes!" Then touch me," Danica purred and reached out to pull his hand upward, very near to her breasts.He inched his hand slowly forward. Fear, desire, and curiosity were all at war in his eyes. Fear evaporated as his hand touched her breast.Danica moaned slightly and observed, "You have soft hands." He reached over. Lauderdale for two days to work with a client on setting up new super-secure servers – what in the parlance of my industry we called Level 5 connections to the Internet. I got home about eight o’clock.As I came into the house from the garage, I could hear a lot of female chatter from the living room, including a voice I didn’t recognize. I walked in and there sat Pam, Trish, and an older woman I didn’t recognize at first. Our guest was mostly facing away from me talking to Trish.Pam hopped up,. My fingers reached up and began to stroke my nipples, the sensitive points hardening almost instantly with just a touch. I moaned softly, the sound carrying to the ears of the men surrounding me. My eyes watched as they all stroked and jerked their meat, my tongue licking dry lips invitingly.I dipped my fingers down to my hot snatch, whimpering as I stroked my clit. My button sent waves of sensation through me every time I touched it, and it soon became impossible to stop my hips as they arched. Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or kicks the bucket. But, chillax dude our spooky, scary necromancers have you covered. The whole arena is drenched in a Level 3 reviving spell, that will heal all wounds, including a sudden case of mortality, once the battle is concluded. Radical!”“Swagger.