She felt so good and I could feel her pussy continue to throb from our lovemaking. Soon, we were side by side, holding each other, lightly dozing off ...o sleep. I suppose a few hours must have gone by when I heard a bit of movement in the room and opened my eyes. It was Sharon standing there, all beautifully naked, next to the bed looking down at us. When she saw my eyes open, she knelt down and slid her hand up under the sheets directly to my cock, just like a heat-seeking missile, right on. "Sally and Sarah didn't offer any objections. They kissed me on the cheek and forehead respectively and went out the door, headed for the elevator."Ok, Jon, what was so important that I had to run the girls off?"I told her about the safe deposit box and to have Tiny make sure Sally and Sarah were well-covered tomorrow at the funeral. I told her I didn't think I could sneak out to attend because my room was across from the nurses' station. I had noticed that they were watching me closely for any. 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 two 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. “Fuck! That feels so good!” Tory groaned as she thrust her hips back at me, helping to bury my cock in her hungry cunt. “When you come, let me have some in my pussy, and let Sara have some too!”“Whatever you say, Tory. I’m here to please!”“I know! And you will. Too!”Picking up speed, I felt and heard my balls slap against the cheeks of her ass.Fucking in and out of her tight twat, faster and faster, spurred on by her moans and pleas to fuck her hard and deep, I felt the tightening in my balls.