Those whose names were still red at 09:00 were those who had won, but been forced to drop out because of injuries. There were twenty-two of them, leav...ng one hundred and six fighters, who would be scheduled for fifty-three fights that day.Tira's number 78 ball was drawn for the twenty-seventh fight with number 87, and Menak's 61 was drawn with number 34 for the thirty-first fight."It is ten twenty. I will not fight until after two forty, and Menak around three o'clock this afternoon." Tira. Things got even worse after I walked in and took a stroll throughout the place, first the main theater, then the back room, next the sauna and finally the booths ... absolutely nobody. DAMN! I wanted to cry.What do I do? leave and come back another day? No. Or should I go into the theater, watch the movie and cross my fingers maybe? Um, okay, and off I went. So there I sat there in that large room, all by myself, in the dark. Yeah no, that felt weird so I headed for the booths.My luck started. She continued to expertly suck away at my cock, tugging away at my erection every time she let go to get a breath. I felt her fingers probing my buttcrack and wiggled my legs apart more so that she could get into my crack a bit more. I felt a bit awkward at her probing, but decided that I had just had a cock squirt in my mouth, I might as well give up lying to myself and accept that I might want a cock up my ass as well. Her breathing shallowed and she ground her pussy more and more into my. Are you ready to get yours? Keep your lips on his cock, but turn around and throw a leg over his chest. Let him experience up close what's between those cute little butt cheeks of yours. 69 is a magical number, honey!" Sarah listened intently to her instructions while she rolled her tongue and lips on Aaron's cock. She moved from between his legs to alongside him, and continued to fellate his tool, but she hesitated on spreading her legs across his chest. She just couldn't do it. This was going.