It took awhile, then Pauline just said thank you to me, her eyes still glazed over, she had been well and truly fucked. I told Lee to use the douche a... later I wanted to fuck him again, while we rested a bit, Alf lay with us, as we kissed our way around my beautiful sisters body, she just had this silly just fucked look on her face, she still wasn't fully down from her orgasm's.. Lee came out some 20 minutes later, Pauline now at least was talking, saying she had never felt so full, or so. Another good thing about the Arena is that not only was betting allowed, the bets were always huge, you see people submitting hundreds and thousands of dollars, which took you a while to get used to since you never used to bet that kind of cash ("used to" being the keywords). But the best part, in your opinion, was the games he had down here. He had stolen prototypes of virtual reality games that replicate the feelings of the game perfectly, the fresh air, the scent of blood, pain, all of them.. Before it was over, he had taken out his laptop, flipped it open and was rapidly taking notes all the while continuing his conversation, his face sliding from one of amusement to seriousness as he typed. Sitting across from him, she could not see what he was doing, but she guessed, based on the speed his fingers were flying over the keyboard, he was documenting the entire conversation. He hung up the phone and pulled his map book out of his pocket, squinting at the monitor before flipping to. He knew he was working too much, with little time for his personal life, but these things went in cycles and he knew that when these projects were complete he was in for a couple of months of down time. Still, he had to finish, and the Rock Bottom was just down the street. He walked to the bar, and ordered a bourbon and water. He drank that one quickly, and asked for another. As he waited for the second drink he looked around the club. It had been a very long time since he'd been out by.