The sexual energy in the air washed over her like a tidal wave, and had she had one scrap less training she would have torn her robe off and rushed in...to join the fray. Even so, her eyes drank in the scene with a sense of both hesitation and excitement. Amina had had her abstaining from all pleasure during her training, a commitment she had not broken since leaving the Temple, but her desires were straining to be freed.Regulating her breathing, she schooled herself to serenity. Looking past the. “Lady, darling; the word is always capitalised,” Cyn, my girlfriend of four months, clarified, “I’m Lady Cynthia Fortescue-Smythe, second daughter of Edward, the Earl of Battersea."“And you are me telling this, why?” I asked, as we lay, post-orgasmic, in her Knightsbridge apartment wrapped in sheets which were, apparently, cut from Egyptian cotton of astronomical thread count.“Royal Ascot silly; we are going tomorrow, and absolutely everyone who is anyone will be there, including pa, ma, and my. ”“Then why are your arms still skinny?”“Shut up, Becky.”“You shut up, Gweg.”“I shouldn’t even be wrestling you,” I spat. “Wrestling has weight classes for a reason. You should be wrestling one of the lighter guys.”“You have to wait until after I beat you to make excuses,” she giggled.“You’re not going to beat me,” I said. “Wrestling is about power, technical skill and reflexes. You have to know how to wrestle.”“What is there to know?” Becky laughed. “You just thwow people around.”“To do that. I lost all control. My hips surged up, My back arched to the point where it cracked and then I screamed. He didn’t stop. I fell back and then I felt it rising again. I came almost immediately again. He still didn’t stop. He pulled back from me and for the first time I looked down at him. His face was wet and glistening with my juices. “I cant take anymore.”“Sure you can.”He went back down but this time thrust his middle finger in me and pulled back against the top of my vaginal wall. When he.