"Which means, when you are on a break, you're technically, not my employee and I'm no longer your employer. You are just a young, pretty girl, sitting...on my sofa…" Cara's voice trails off, conveying the weight of her statement. She taps her immaculate, french-manicured fingernails against the cushion. Stacy swallows the lump in her throat. She suddenly feels very vulnerable and helplessly aroused. What is this woman going to do to me? The excitement of Stacy's anxiety makes her heart race. She. That pleased me, since I hadn’t seen anything before now I shouldn’t be able to overcome, but the better skills being demonstrated now would mean that the fights would be a much better contest.I only warmed up a half hour before my expected fight time, I had seen some others doing warm ups since they first arrived, they either would be tired by the time they fought, or would have cooled down enough that they wouldn’t be in the best condition when their own bout began.My first competitor was one. ?Hallo Herr Schmidt, ich bin die Sandy und freue mich schon sehr auf diesen Abend. Bitte treten Sie ein?.?Guten Abend Herr Schmidt,? begr??te auch Sven den eleganten, ungef?hr sechzigj?hrigen Gast.?Lassen Sie uns doch gleich ins Esszimmer gehen. Meine Frau hat uns etwas Gutes gekocht.? Zu dritt betraten Sie das ger?umige Esszimmer. Dort stand ein Tisch mit zwei Gedecken.?Isst Ihre Frau nicht mit uns??, staunte Herr Schmidt.?Doch, doch, doch. Sandy ist gerade auf einer speziellen Eiwei?di?t, da. . which contrasted with the width of her ample bust above it. His cock pulsed lustily as she crossed her legs, giving him a good view of her thigh, and wagged the tall and delightfully spiked shoe playfully, her eyes enjoying watching him swallow hard as he fought to utter another sentence.“What ... what interests you most about the position?” She refused to stay seated, smiling broadly as she stood, and showed him a profile of her mature curves as she peered wistfully through the window at the.