I.P.s. At their request, the fighters who had been victorious surrendered their ranking ball and those of their defeated opponent from the day before....The great screens overhead had listed them in red lettering, and as each surrendered their tokens and registered for the day, their names in the list turned white. 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, leaving one hundred and six fighters,. Shirley looked at me and I think she knew what was coming, but she asked anyhow. What now she said. I again said our briefs. She said if she lost? Then I said Matt and Hank get to fuck you. She again looked at their erections straining against their briefs. She was quiet for a few minutes and then she said Ok.I started dealing slowly. She was on the edge of her chair watching each card fall on the table. I finished and said ok, let's show. The cards were turned over and Shirley moaned. She had. The owner was an older gentleman. He looked like a biker. Bald, tattoos, leather pants, leather vest with his bike club on the back. He was a really nice guy and offered to teach me how to ride it. I agreed, paid him the money, he signed over the title and he told me to get on the bike. To my surprise he climbed on behind me. He showed me what I needed to do and off we went. We cruised around the local neighborhood for a while and he suggested we stop at a store so I could get myself some. ."Panting, her pretty face all flushed with sex, she screwed her hot pussy faster against the licking, lashing doggie-tongue. It felt terrific!"More! More!" she cried, fast approaching her orgasm. "Lick meeeeeee!"She wanted to cum bad. She squeezed her tits to get good feelings in them, and fucked her cunt hard against Prince's tireless tongue. Waves of orgasmic pleasure threatened to overwhelm her at any minute.Her eyes closed. Her tits arched in her hands. Her belly heaved. And she fucked her.