The smell of her sex permeated the room, and with each breath causing her breasts to heave, her raw sexuality flared. I saw it clearly as my face was...brought close to hers, and her eyes lit up with each inhale. "Closer", she whispered, as her hand gently but forcefully brought my face closer to her own. She closed her eyes as our faces neared, and our lips touched. She inhaled sharply, undoubtedly enjoying the aroma of her own pussy, mingling with the sharp taste of her juices across my. ..my mind already imagining unfastening the buttons to reveal those glorious breasts to my caress and kiss. I had to restrain my imagination as I stood to greet you, unaware that my thoughts and imagination were probably evident to see, when I stood up, but you did not mention it. Exchanging a hug, as if long term friends meeting after a period of absence and not meeting for the first time. Though having chatted and shared so much via email, messages there was still a little nervousness in that. You’ll walk out of the arena a free man if you do. If he wins, he gets to decide what happens to you next. If I was you, I’d much rather have my freedom back.” He left and I heard the door lock behind me. Looking past the gates, I looked into the wide expanse of the arena, taking in how immense of a building it was. I had been here a couple times before, once with my parents, the other by myself, but it was a much different feeling knowing that I would be on display, especially without a single. " The bastard. It must be Charles." He buried his head in his hands.Mark waited. Toby finally looked up. "Is that all?" he asked."'Fraid not," said Mark and handed him the letter.Toby read it. "The bastard!" he said again. "The mean, lying, conniving bastard!" Want to tell me?" Mark asked."You're going to hate me." Not necessarily, particularly if you're completely honest with me." All right. Can I make a phone call? I'm due back for surgery." Yes, of course." Mark indicated the telephone..