"He is the best man I know," He replied looking at the pool of his cum on her chest. He looked around on the floor before handing her his sock. "Such ... gentleman." She laughed as she mopped it up. *********************************************Lyla's taxi pulled up early the next morning outside of her work, she barely had time to shower and nap after her night with the men when Clarke rang her saying he needed her to call to the office as soon as she could. The heat showed no sign of leaving as. She drank in his presence,absorbing his masculinity through her skin."You look wonderful" he smiled as she closed the door. He looked casuallymasculine in his polo shirt, jeans and trainers, images of a lifetime ashis woman rushed through her head, unbidden.She smiled self mockingly, dismissing such foolish notions.He followed her to the kitchen as she poured the water from the kettlethat had almost boiled itself dry. She could feel his eyes on her legsand back. She felt her femininity flow. Putting votes in the hands of the onlookers had complicated matters, but as long as they could limit contact to visual, not aural -- and the toughened Plexiglas had great soundproofing characteristics -- they still had the upper hand. Monitors set up all around the yard and, by the third season, the neighborhood, showed the weekly episode live to the crowds. Only after that could they vote.Swaying the crowd one way or another was child's play to people who'd sold entire nations on razors with. Now she realizes those sounds are much more familiar.She looks and realizes that the porno now is of the two of them. She is now listening and watching a video of one of their last sessions. This is even worse for her. She remembers that night. In fact, she has daydreamed about it for the past few days.As the ice cube reaches her neck and his tongue is moving up from your breast to her chest, she remembers the feeling of his tongue on her clit. Her waist is now grinding, trying to get her.