The first half of the match was only twenty minutes in when Mom suddenly stood up, waving her phone. "The hotel front desk is calling about our reservation change. I'll step out to the hallway for a minute so it's quiet." She smiled at Damon and me, completely trusting, then walked out of the VIP box. The door clicked shut behind her.
I was still sitting in my seat, my p***y throbbing from the emptiness Damon had left me with earlier. My panties were soaked through, and every time I shifted, the wet fabric rubbed against my sensitive c**t. I glanced at Damon. He was standing behind my chair again, one hand resting on my shoulder like always, but his thumb was stroking in that slow, possessive way that meant he was thinking about using me.
Without thinking, I reached up and grabbed
