Jennifer chuckled to herself over the silly notion. She would never have the guts to actually go through with something a wild as sex wrestling. She c...ouldn’t even stand in front of her mirror in the buff.The college student scrolled down the site for more info like rules and regulations. She hit upon the careers section of the page. They were recruiting wrestlers! Jennifer could feel her heart pounding at the idea of joining up, but covered her face in embarrassment. She didn’t feel as pretty. She enjoyed the ability to guide the process of their fucking, she couldn't quite call it lovemaking, and working to make sure Michael's young tool hit the right spots in her. She looked at the young man under her, his eyes open but in slits as he felt himself massaged by the girl's velvety sex; he reached a hand up and cupped her breast feeling the nipple gently with a finger. Wendy gasped as the feeling rode from her breast through her spine.Michael looked up at Wendy enjoying the sight. Dear god. What a lop-ear.The room became a bustle of activity, as the grifters in the room started to busy themselves ripping apart the erstwhile OTB room. It was a lot of work to do this shit, but hey."Everybody, when you are done, come down to pick up your cut at Nick's," I told them all, and then started to walk towards the back door. Just as I was about the close the back door, the front door crashed open.As the door shut, I heard the cry of "POLICE!"I ran down the alley to my 2009 C350. I found myself speechless at the little brat’s audacity. The fact that is was Bennett to cause me to be speechless, not to mention how he certainly seemed aware of it, worse still was his obvious enjoyment of the moment had me flustered.I gave him my best perfectly practiced pouts, “I didn’t wear - ““That outfit to get me hard?” I heard myself gasp at Bennett’s bold interruption. He lifted his leering gaze from my cleavage and back to my face. “Congratulations, Jillian. It worked.” He mockingly.