"One nodded and annotated something as the other cleared his throat, "machine owners must register with..."The other guard hit his shoulder and he shu... up. I smiled, "I am registered and insured. Those that wish to fight me will contact me."They moved and I walked in and selected a small bay. I backed the machine to the fighter access platform and shut down after opening the back. I disconnected and climbed out before crossing my legs and sitting. Now I just needed to wait, one of the other. ‘And there is something I want to talk to you about. I think it’s important.’ She was upset that he was letting his job take up so much of his time. She had barely seen him for the last couple of days. Frustration marred her beautiful face and caused her delicate features to look even more beautiful. She rested her hands in disappointment on her slim hips that were just right for her 5′ 6′ 120 pound stature. Her brown skin was the perfect color of mocha. At 24 years old, she was a beauty.. I wanted to take it in my mouth and suck the cum right out of your balls, but you were not done with me yet.You walked behind me, and looking up, I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror. I watched as you put your hands on my tits from behind. You pulled on my nipples and twisted them making me moan with pain. Then I felt your hands slide down to my ass. You spread my ass open and I felt your cock slide from the top down, and over my slit to my swollen clit. You pulled back and with one. "Ah! Help! Save me! The Paint Monster will eat me!"Bob whispered in my ear, "No it won't, that's my job." Oh, my gushing pussy.ANAThe paint can hit the wall and rolled back towards them. Bob orated, "We can conquer the Paint Monster!" Don and I were both laughing.Bob put his foot out and stopped the paint can. He told Natalie, "Put your foot on it!" She did and they both pushed it away. Bob announced proudly, "The Paint Monster has been de-FEETed." Ugh, rotten pun. My stomach was really.