The use of the word “fight” is somewhat of a misnomer, as they mainly cater to what their fans like to see: one-sided brutal beatdowns. There are ...wo stables of participants which clearly differentiate their roles - “fighters” and “jobbers”. Patrons can still bet on the matches, but never on the outcome. Instead, they make bets on how long the jobbers can last, how many blows the various parts of their bodies receive, or what injuries they might sustain during the matches.Obviously, severe. It had been that way since the first days of Elder Sweeney's reign, and Pastor John was an even bigger stickler in that regard. One member of the priesthood was excommunicated for popping a baby-sitter's cherry, and she was no relation, just a church member with a hymen.Steve was playing a risky game, but things had changed. He couldn't see anyone getting excommunicated for anything sexual and Judy was in complete agreement. Those who live in stone houses were in no position to throw glass, and. “Holy fuck” I muttered under my breath when Sara appeared in her latest posing outfit.The previous outfits had been sexy with lots of bare skin but with the best bits covered. She had given me a hardon, and I had to continually adjust my cock within my baggy shorts to stop it being noticed.The problem was that she had caught me a few times adjusting my cock.She smiled at me every time, and that made my cock even harder.This posing outfit left nothing to the imagination. Under a transparent film. Then she said, "Fuck my ass, please." Hold it a moment!" I said, "Who is with you and why?" She's my sister, Amanda. She wants to watch me get fucked. I want it now!"I thought, "What the hell?" I was wearing a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt, I pushed the shorts down and moved in behind her. I pushed my cock into her asshole until my balls were resting on her cunt."Ooh! Give me that cock! Pump my ass! Bang me! Oh! Uh!" She continued to talk dirty while I pumped hard and deep into her ass. I.