We both went into my room and she put on her costume with thigh high stockings a short skirt, a white shirt with sleeves off the shoulder and cleavage...to spare and a bib looking thing. She wore saddle shoes.For me I had black shoes with knee socks. I had a kilt, a white shirt that was loose in the sleeves, and chest, it was unbuttoned half way down in front, and a big black belt.She asked what I was going to wear under it and I said, "Real Scotsmen wear nothing so I may as well be authentic. I. Looks more like a level 3 than a level 6. Great, in less than an hour I'll probably be his little fuck-toy. "Spread your legs for me Grace", I can hear it now. I can't even bear to think how I'd feel after losing. Being like one of my little toys, nothing but boobs and a cunt. I remember the time before my first match. Damn, it was 3 years ago. Michelle had me train for weeks. She refused to even touch me at night unless I had spent 3 hours at the gym. It's weird, I can't remember the sounds,. I pull your tiny thong aside and run my finger up and down between your labia, gathering some of your pussy juice before I insert a finger into your pussy. You let out an involuntary gasp. I finger you for a while, pulling my finger back to massage your g-spot and occasionally your clitty. I am enjoying your wetness on my finger. I can feel you getting close, a combination of your breathing and the involuntary movement you make as if grinding your pubic mound into me. Then I stop without. The stud was led in by one of Ivana's assistants and Cynthia's eyes lit up as she cast her eyes on his raging hard-on, she virtually leapt on him and the stud calmly caught her and positioned her so that the tip of his cock was just brushing her pussy lips, this was driving her crazy and she tried to push down with her weight but he held her there with no apparent effort.l lit a cigarette and then unzipped the crotch area of my catsuit and started playing with my moist pussy with a gloved hand,.