Again she fell to her hands and knees coughing. The man looked down at her smugly and complimented her Master on his ability to train such a slut.The ...ast man - the one that looked most like her Master - leaned in and whispered something to him. Her master nodded, saying “Yes, but do it downstairs on the mattress.”The man got up, taking Jessica by the arm and helped her to her feet. One of her knees was bleeding slightly and a bit of saliva dripped from her chin onto the floor. Unfazed, the man. “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 holds barred match. And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was. “In addition to being dirty, the couch was in terrible shape. It was lumpy and very uncomfortable. I told Matt we needed to move and he suggested we use the bedroom. I wasn’t sure if Derek would appreciate our using his bed for sex, but I knew the couch was not going to work, so we moved to the bed. It, too, required some cleaning before we could get on it. We tossed a pair of jeans on the floor and I picked up another magazine that I thought was a sports magazine. It was a porn magazine. But she was very straight forward, very strict. So sure, I always thought in the back of my mind what it would be like, but knew it was a disgusting thought and knew it would never happen. My grandmother was dating this guy named Roger who was a nice enough guy but I noticed there were times I'd see them together and she would have a look of boredom on her face. Apparently he wasn't doing it for her not only socially but sexually. At least thats what I heard my mom and my aunt gigling about..