"I'll take no money to be a Match Master."Ree'al gave him a slight bow and asked, "Can we have a few minutes to meditate before the match begins?" Med...itate, for sparring? That is an odd request." Just a bit of showmanship." I was a warrior when I was young, and I take the Match Master's duties seriously. I will not take part of a match that is a farce." The smith's face was showing anger as he spoke."It's not a farce. It's a demonstration," Ree'al reassured him. "We'll have naked blades and. I am glad. Though I'm afraid its time these come off," I said as I moved my hand up a bit. I undid her button, zipper and began to tug her jeans down.As she lifted herself up a bit and slip her jeans down and all the way off she whispered softly, "Afraid? No babe, these definitely do need to come off. "Mmmm... just your boxers and my panties now," she commented as she very softly, and teasingly went back to outlining my hard cock through my boxers.Her panties were a light pink, lace bikini. Rather than wake up quickly I just lay there listening and smiling to myself thinking “she sounds happy”. Layer by layer, my feelings started to return to me, I soon realized that I was being fucked – I opened my eyes and sure enough, Chris was kneeling between my spread legs and was fucking me with a deep and steady rythm. I instinctively pulled back – I may be a slut wife but I was shocked to wake up and find I was being fucked.I pushed back to find that someone was holding me in place, it. After the grand tour (it was a hellava house) Kevin hauls out his stash. He had just bought a new supply of pot. Must've been a pound or more as it was packaged in a tube about the size of a huge summer sausage. Ash and I were a bit embarrassed to tell them we had never indulged before which only made getting us high that much more fun for them. Obviously, they kinda got off on corrupting us in more ways than one! Anyway... It was a different era. Pot was cheap. The room was full of smoke and.