She hummed a tune as she checked my credentials.“You made it trough the qualifiersI Great job! You probably heard this all before, but rules are rul...s. Gotta brief you anyways. Sorry about that.”She smiled apologetically, coughed once and completely changed her demeanor.“Alright, listen up Dude! The 129th Rasheul great slave tournament features a grand total of 128 combatants. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no. . but...” I paused to see her reaction and she looked up at me with that anxious needy look in her eyes again. “Oh Madison. Look, if you want to do this, there have to be some ground rules. Do you understand?”“Yes, I understand,” she had that look of eager anticipation in her eyes again.“First thing, I want you to keep doing what you’re doing with your brother. I don’t want him or anyone else to realize that there has been anything else going on.” She nodded her agreement. “Good. Now, if you. I let thefingers of my left hand gently touch her neck and thentrail down her back. As expected I was rewarded by aslight shudder and when I reached her lower back Icould feel her spreading her legs a little and push herrump out like my wife had done for her boyfriend. Myfingers traced the outline of her perfect ass andreached the knotted string keeping her bikini bottom inplace.Her eyes still glued to her boyfriends dick preparingSu’s pussy for the assault; she did not stop me when. Little did I know that in my 40’s I would meet the most engaging, intelligent woman whom I would later get to call my best friend. She is amazing and it thrills me each day to learn more about her. I could go on and on about her mind, her laughter and everything that makes her fun to be around but those things are not what you are here to read about, nor am I here to write those. I’m here to write about the one characteristic that blows my mind each time I see her to get to touch her. She is.