"Not bad, They got all the ref lookin as good as yo-owch!" Just before she managed to finish her sentence, she suddenly feel the door manager grab her...hand and prick her palm with a small needle. "I do apologize. House rules is that everyone has a tracker on them. Just a precaution....and easy way of keeping track of the fighters." She reply back dully, before turning and inputting a code onto the screen next to the door. With one last button, the female ref would lean towards the screen.. Her hands were on my shoulders, then slipped to cover my eyes.“Guess who it is and win the fucking of a lifetime,” she whispered in my ear.“Joan of Arc?”“Close enough,” she murmured as she sat across my lap. She was naked which is a treat in and of itself. She put her arms around my neck. I could see the warm, loving smile in her eyes before she kissed me.Have I said enough about kissing, about touching, feeling, caressing, tantalizing, cuddling, fondling, embracing? Probably not. It is hard. I think if she’d had a free hand she would have stopped me because I know I was distracting her from her call, but with her phone in one hand and the hot mug in the other I’d clearly planned my strategy well. She rolled her eyes at me, a warning look that I ignored, and tried to focus on her call. “Sure, Derek, that’s no problem. I’ll be there by ten… No, bring him along, it’s fine. I’ll look forward to meeting him.”She paused, listening, and then continued. “Absolutely! Yeah, fine… and no,. He made his approach and let the ball slide off his fingertips. The alley echoed with the crescendo of urethane on laminated wood, climaxing in a thunderous explosion.* * *Tim sat on the edge of the bed as the door to the bathroom swung open and Scarlet entered. The hair that Scott had worn in a ponytail was now separated into two braided pigtails. Scarlet's face was softly highlighted by a subtle but generous application of make-up, giving the sissy an oddly grown-up appearance which.