She curls her hand into a fist with two digits extended. The girl hesitates for a moment before pushing those two fingers into her twat. She moans, th...oatily as she does. Then her hand starts to leisurely pump in and out.“Mmm,” Robert groans into her ear. “Now that’s sexy...”Cynthia’s face reddens and the start of a smile appears. The rhythm of her stroking speeds up. Her other hand comes up. A single finger goes to her little nub. She rubs at it and pushes against it. The pumping of her. Her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and round her body is wrapped inside a black robe, hiding her choice of bikini from the fans. What they can see under the robe is the big black leather knee high boots Layla is sporting, very dominatrix-like but surely with 3 inch heels, very tough to wrestle in. Layla chooses not to do her normal splits lying on the second rope, but choosing instead to get right into the ring with the announcer waiting for her opponent. The lights in the arena go. Suddenly, so suddenly it took my breath away, I wasn’t horny any longer. There was no afterglow from ‘successful’ and happy sexual union, but I felt calm and ... just ... no longer horny.“Better?” he asked.I wanted to yell at him. I wanted to tell him he couldn’t just do things like that to people. But I realized I had needed his intervention.“Try not to do that unless it’s really needed,” I said.“I already know that,” he replied. “I thought it was really needed. You were getting really. She'd planned all day what she'd do when they got here, but now she was so tired, warm and fuzzy from the drink. She snuggled up to him with him arm around her. This was perfect. He turned over and started to kiss her. Slowly, tenderly then passionately. He slipped his hand under her top and groped her full supple breasts. Her niples reacted to his touch and strained to be free. He could see the two shadows through the tent, merging as one. His blood boiled as he thought what the man was.