This man, however, had no such sense of do-gooding. This was not the kind of ‘servicing the public’ that Brigitte had imagined Reinhardt wanted her to perform. Porn sex “..besides, I could use the stress relief.” Opting instead to not wait for any kind of answer, the toned, muscular Swede pushed a lock of umber hair from her sweat-beaded, ruddy, freckled face and returned her guard in front of her. “Get on with it, Miss Soldier. She could feel her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment at the spectacle he was putting on around her. There was a shuffling of bodies out in the crowd, and then a scrawny-looking twig of a man clambered through the ropes. She watched as the fighter righted himself and whistled out into the training hall Brigitte had been ‘alpha bitch’ of for the past several days. As if she were a paperweight, her entire body was lifted off of the mat. Within moments, she had effectively slobbered down every inch of the young man’s modest package – with a complement of dribbles rolling down over his balls.
