” He replied, “And, if you need more practice, I’d be happy to help you with that.” God, Tessa thought, why was it, that everything out of his...mouth gave her ‘butterflies?’ she nervously bit her lip and stared at him, as if expecting him to say something else, but instead he brought his lips to hers again, giving her a short but efficient kiss, and Tessa surprised herself and probably Conner as well again, as she wrapped her hand around his head and kept him where he was so she could continue. She had been bought by one of the premier fighting houses on Delcimur. Now she was destined to become a fighter. To fight, possibly to the death, for the entertainment of paying customers. She was moved into a dormitory with a dozen other children. The very next day her schooling began.Oddly, Jenthe immediately felt an attraction to the martial arts. And she was good at it, she was a drone, and she had almost every enhancement known to man. Her reflexes were blindingly fast and her endurance. He got himself off the sofa and walked down the hallway to his bathroom. The bathroom was right next to his bedroom where Sherry was sleeping. When he finished peeing, he looked down at his cock in his hand. He considered jacking off like he did most mornings. But he usually did so laying on his bed.In his normal routine, he would pull his unusually heavy suitcase down from the top of his closet. After unzipping the black bag and lifting the lid, he would then choose which of the many. If he didn't have bad breath (Carol was hell on bad breath) Carol would walk him outside to the parking lot and fuck his eyes out.How did I know this? Simple - Carol was my wife.Carol wasn't always a slut. Once upon a time she was a loving wife, a respected member of her church, and a well-known civic volunteer. Then she had the misfortune of meeting me. I bought the home next to Carol and her then husband Tom and they came over and introduced themselves as I was unloading the truck. The very.