There is a lot of wagering on our fight also. I briefly wonder who is ahead in terms of money wagered. I see a lot of large denomination bills changin... hands.There is a fight program describing us:Erica – age 45, height 5 foot 9 inches, weight 147 pounds, measurements, 38C bust/32 waist/40 hips, blond, straight hair, below the shoulder, gray-green eyes, creamy pale skin with a dusting of freckles all over.Cindy – age 32, height 5 foot 2 inches, weight 134 pounds. Measurements, 40DD bust/30. I want to know your slut ass is stuffed full of cucumber, and then I want you to stroke your cock. Then you will know what it feels like to please Mistress. Understand? It will be like I am there, fucking you in your ass myself, with you just whimpering and whimpering until you cum.” “Yes Mistress.” “Then go to it boy. The harder you fuck yourself, the more pleased Mistress will be, and I know you like to please me. “Hmmm…Have you got it in there slut? Good boy…and shush…we don’t want your. . But we always finish together somehow. She got him set up in the guest bedroom. It took much longer than it should. Of course they were kissing and fondling and flirting.She finally came to bed... laid beside me... I began kissing on her, and making my move to reclaim her.“Oh Baby...” She started, “I’m sorry, I’m way to sore to do anything now.” Jealousy grew some more. After a few moments as I turned and began to fall asleep disappointed, “Hey Baby, I’m still pretty wired.”“Drea it’s past. I moved over so that I was on top of him in the seat, my legs spread across his and my crotch aching. He ran one of his hands down my spine, sending tingles through my body until his hand squeezed my butt.I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt and pulled it off him, gazing at his gorgeous, muscular chest before reaching my arms across my body to pull off my own blouse and tossing it aside. We came together again, the feeling of his skin touching mine sending electricity through my body. He.