"The winner is the one who doesn't quit or who stays conscious the longest. You can use any of the weapons scattered about on the floor and you can hi..., scratch, bite, kick or do whatever you damned well want in order to hurt your opponent. Do you both understand?"i nodded and Maddy simple commented that she wanted to get on with it. Mistress simply called,"Go!"i backed off looking for a weapon that would do more than just tickle Maddy. i also realised that four inch heels are not the best. Alarmed but curious, I slowly made my way to the mirror. As I stood in front of it, my nude reflection sat down spread eagle on the floor. Please note that I was still standing. My doppelganger looked back up at me and motioned for me to sit down and to watch her.She slipped her finger into her slit and I gasped as I felt the sensation. I glanced down and my pussy was moving as if being touched by an invisible hand. She grabbed her left breast and began to massage while she rubbed her clit. My. Andrea Calkins, but her clothes were a different story. She was wearing a white floral-print dress under a black crepe vest, and she had on six-inch heels that made her strike a taller silhouette behind the lectern. Her black hair was several inches longer than Catherine had ever seen it, and it had brown balayage highlights. The old Andrea wouldn’t have known or cared what half of that fashion jargon meant, since she had long ago decided to take after Einstein and Steve Jobs and buy multiple. It was going to beanother intense one. I could see the sweat building across those absbelow her bra. Some of the strands of her hair were sticking to her facefrom the sweat. I was almost there now. "Cum in me... I wanna know...Let me feel it." Once it awhile there was. "Oh, baby...that feels sogood. Don't stop." If it was still Dave faking it he was doing atremendous job. He was a girl, he was being fucked and he was enjoyingit as far as I could tell. As I thought about how I made him.