Let’s be clear, I love sex. My lover … isn’t that a great word? So much better than ‘partner,’ don’t you think? My lover and I rejoice ...n regular and intense sex together. There’s just one thing.He pressures me. No, not to beat me or force me into a threesome, although the latter does have some appeal; he wants me to watch porn with him. It just has no appeal for me. Why watch plastic models with inflatable boobs get fucked by burly men covered in rather ghastly tattoos?I held out for a. I regained my composure and began mentally preparing for a day of competitive fighting. This wasn't mortal combat; it was just competition although today was important for me as well as many of the competitors.I fought my matches and in between times encouraged the others in my club. I watched Debbie fight several times winning all her matches. She looked more tense fighting today than usual. In my mind I had a flash of her naked on her knees in front of me and my cock twitched. Then I noticed. I slowly unbutton the coat. One button, revealing the cleavage of my fishnet covered tits. Two buttons, the shape of my breasts are revealed. Third button, my abs come into view, and I can see him sweating in anticipation. Last button reveals my panty covered mound.The cop reaches in suddenly, his hand going straight for my pussy. He rubs quickly, gathering juice that seeps through the shoddy excuse for fabric. I spread my legs and moan as he rubs fast and furious. His quick motions on my clit,. While he'd originally planned to have both of them work with Eddy today, he'd decided that it was time for something different. He looked at the door to the rear of his office and the plan started to form in the back of his mind.He picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory, speaking to the woman on the other end of the line as soon as she answered."Twilight," was all he said, and the silence at the other end of the line confirmed that the woman was indeed in her trance."Shearon, you.