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Late Show Wrestling
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Late Show Wrestling
Sue and Rick Mathews were sitting in their king-size bed in the large
bedroom of their suburban home, watching wrestling on television. Sue loved
Rick dearly, but sometimes he was a real pain in the neck, like tonight,
insisting on watching wrestling. Sue thought wrestling was pretty stupid,
even aside from its being phony. Watching two large ugly men throwing each
other around a small ring was not Sue's idea of entertainment.
Then Sue suddenly found herself interested, in fact, fascinated. There
was a special match on tonight, between a man and a woman. The slim blonde
girl started throwing her male opponent all around the ring, even though he
was much bigger and had big muscles. Sue licked her lips nervously. "This
is great. Look at her knocking that big ape all around. That's real
women's lib!" she said with a laugh.
Rick snorted in disgust. "Let's watch something else," he said.
Something about seeing a woman beating up on a man like that disturbed him.
Women's lib was one thing, but having a woman beat him up was the ultimate
male humiliation.
Now Sue insisted on watching. "No. You wanted to watch wrestling, and
this is too good to miss." Rick grumbled, but continued watching and didn't
make any move to change the channel. Sue could tell he wasn't happy about
it, though. She couldn't resist kidding him a little. "Boy, how would you
like to go ten rounds with her?" she asked with a straight face.
Rick snorted again. "That's ridiculous. A smaller woman could never
really beat up a much bigger man, especially one who's in good shape.
Wrestling is all phony. You ought to know that. You tell me every time I
want to watch it."
Sue was in the mood to needle her husband, though. "Oh yeah, it sure
looks real to me. What makes you think a girl can't outfight a man, anyway?
When I was a kid I wrestled boys, and I won sometimes." Sue was
embellishing the truth somewhat. Once when she was thirteen, she'd wrestled
her nine year-old cousin and pinned him.
Rick didn't really take her seriously, but her boast bothered him
anyway. His face got red, and he tried to cover his feelings with a joke.
He snickered. "Sure, they'd let you sit on their faces, I bet. You always
were pretty naove."
That remark miffed Sue. "Well, how about you fighting me then, and
let's see if you'll like me sitting on your face. I wouldn't mind doing a
little more of that. The missionary position gets pretty boring after a
while, especially if you're the one who always gets to be on the bottom!"
Rick laughed. "I ought to take you up on that and teach you a lesson!"
"Come on and try it then, hot shot," Sue shot back. "We'll see who
learns a lesson."
Rick didn't say anything. Sue discovered, in surprise, that the idea
excited her. It might be kind of fun, at that, to wrestle her husband.
The blonde girl on the tv pinned her male opponent just then. Rick
used the remote control to switch off the set with an obviously angry
gesture.
"What's the matter, honey? Can't bear to see the big, strong man get
whipped by a mere girl? Afraid it could happen to you?" Sue teased.
"All right. Let's forget it," Rick said.
Sue continued her teasing, though. "Rick's afraid to fight me! Rick's
afraid to fight me!" she chanted.
"That's enough about it,ok, Ms Loudmouth?" Rick answered. Then he
muttered, "Damn it, you sure to deserve a lesson, though."
"Yeah, but you're afraid to try and give it to me. RIck's a scaredy
cat! Rick's a scaredy cat!" Sue took up a new chant.
Rick knew the tv show was probably a fake, but it bothered him anyway,
and Sue's teasing was getting under his collar. "OK, Ms. Smart-ass, that
does it!" Rick sad, and he hopped off the bed, pulling off his pajamas.
Seeing Rick's brutally powerful, muscular body naked, Sue had second
thoughts. At thirty-five, after twelve years of marriage, they were both in
good shape, but Rick suddenly looked awfully big to Sue, and very strong.
Besides that, he was a high school football coach, and Sue was a librarian,
the classic wimp's profession.
Rick was nearly six feet tall, all 180 pounds of it solid muscle. Sue,
at five foot six, was a shapely, firmly packed 140 pounds. Much as she
exercised, she never seemed to slim down below that 140. Her waist was
relatively small, though. Her weight was all in her shapely limbs, big
womanly breasts, and solid hips and behind. Her behind stuck out
impudently, balancing her prominently upthrust bosom. Despite her firmly
toned muscles, no one ever thought of Sue as a female "jock." Rather, Sue's
pale, flawless complexion and baby soft brown hair, curling to her
shoulders, intensified a first impression of delightful voluptuousness.
Rick stood by the bed, flexing his muscles in a body builder's pose.
Sue still sat in bed, regretting her boastful challenge. "Now, who's
scared? Huh?" Rick laughed sarcastically. "All talk and no action, huh,
Ms. liberated feminist?" Rick teased.
Sue realized she'd talked herself into a corner. She slowly pulled her
silk shortie nightgown over her head and dangled her legs over the side of
the bed. Rick continued to posture in front of her. "Well, Ms. loudmouth,
what's it going to be? Want to call it off and forget it?"
Sue knew that if she did back out and call it off now, Rick would make
sure she never got to forget it. "Well, I suppose I don't have any choice,"
she told herself. Rick was standing right in front of her, flexing his
muscles over his head.
Sue gulped nervously. Then, like a beginner swimmer jumping off the
end of the dock, she launched herself off the bed. She lowered he head and,
like an arrow shot from a bow, dove head-first into Rick's belly. Her
sudden move caught her husband completely by surprise. Off-guard, with his
hands over his head, Rick was a perfect target, and Sue's head sank deeply
into his gut. "Oooff!" he grunted, and crashed backwards into the wall.
Sue thought to herself, "well, maybe it won't be all one-sided after
all, if I keep my head and keep him off balance." She remembered what the
tv girl wrestler had done after she'd thrown her male opponent into a ring
post. Sue sped over to her gasping husband and dove into his belly head-
first again. This time she nailed him even harder, because his back was
already pressed to the wall. Rick almost passed out before the fight even
got underway. While he hung there against the wall, Sue stooped down and
gathered up his muscular thighs, one under each arm.
"What are you doing?" Rick asked in confusion, hardly knowing where he
was or what was happening.
"Oh, just this," his cuddly brown-haired wife laughed. Sue was
suddenly enjoying herself, as she pulled her husband's legs right out from
under him. Rick went down on his behind like the proverbial ton of bricks.
He yelped at the impact, still only half-aware of what Sue was doing to him.
Sue still wasn't satisfied. She didn't let go of Rick's legs. He
wasn't able to do anything about it; he just sat there on the floor in
stunned amazement. As she held his legs, Sue could feel Rick's thighs
quivering at the shock. She straightened up with a purposeful thrust of her
body and, pulling backwards, jerked Rick's buttocks off the floor.
Rick landed with a resounding thud on his back. His head bounced hard
on the carpet. Sue still didn't loosen her grip on his legs at all.
Letting her hands slide down to his calves, she held onto her fallen husband
for a few moments while she got her breath back and planned her next move.
Rick's head started to clear. He looked up groggily to see Sue
standing over him, with his legs hoisted in the air. He could hardly
remember how Sue had gotten him such a fix. He never felt like such a fool
in his life, but worse was to come. Sue put her foot down between his
thighs and pressed down on his vulnerable crotch, not hard enough to do any
damage, just hard enough so Rick was very aware her foot was there. "OK,
big fellah, look's like your shoulders are pinned already," Sue chortled.
Rick tried to flip over and twist out of his wife's grip, but Sue held
on for dear life. At the same time she pressed her foot down harder on his
crotch. The sudden pain in his scrotum stopped Rick cold. He gave a yelp
of real pain. "Ow, ow, oh that's not fair. Let go. Let go," he whined.
"All right, sissy, if you can't take it, I'll be sporting and let you
go. Remember, though, it's only because you begged me," Sue snickered,
unable to stop needling her embarrassed husband. She eased the pressure on
his crotch, but when she dropped his legs, she slid her foot between his
buttocks and goosed him with her big toe. Rick screeched, and his body
jumped in the air as though he'd gotten an electric shock.
Rick jumped up, humiliated. This had started out as a joke. Now he
felt he had a score to settle with his lovely wife. He charged at Sue like
a bull. Seeing the look on her husband's face, Sue dodged away. She'd
taken dance lessons all through school, and she was still nimble on her
feet. She avoided Rick's charge with only inches to spare.
Rick whirled and lunged at her again. Sue had the feeling if Rick got
his hands on her, she'd be very sorry. She wasn't about to let it happen,
though. "I'm going to make him the sorry one," she told herself with a
feeling of delightful anticipation.
Sue couldn't believe what she was thinking, or the feelings that head
come over her. She had really attacked her husband as if this was a real
fight and not a game. She hadn't worried about hurting him at all. In
fact, she knew deep down that's what she wanted. She felt ashamed.
Sue had always thought of herself as non-violent, repressed feelings of
aggression, and avoided competition. "I must be going crazy. This isn't me
doing this. I ought to stop this right now before someone gets hurt," Sue
thought, with a feeling of guilt.
Unfortunately, the way Rick was coming at her, Sue couldn't end it
"right now." She'd been rougher than necessary, and Rick wouldn't be able
to live with himself unless he evened the score. But much as she loved
Rick, Sue refused to take a beating just to preserve his feelings.
Desperately Sue danced out of the way of Rick's second charge. This
time her margin of safety was only fractions of an inch. Even so, Sue
impudently cracked Rick across the behind with the flat of her had as he
brushed past. She knew she was playing with fire, but she just couldn't
resist the urge.
Really furious now, Rick stalked his wife slowly and deliberately. Sue
nervously backed away until, without warning, her back bumped against the
wall. She'd let Rick back her into a corner. "Oh, hell!" she thought in
dismay. "What do I do now?" Her mind raced. Instinctively the moves of
the girl in the tv bout came back to her.
Hardly thinking, Sue braced her palms against the walls, lifted her
body and lashed out with her leg. The sole of her foot slammed deep into
Rick's belly. Still hurting from two head butts, a third ruinous shock to
the abdomen stopped him dead.
Sue wanted to get out of that corner bad. Quick as a wink, she slipped
around behind her gasping husband, without even waiting to see if her kick
was effective. It was! Rick was doubled over in pain. "Damn!" he groaned.
Sue had escaped, and worse, she'd hurt him again doing it.
If he was fighting another man, Rick would have gone on the defensive
and waited for his opponent to come to him. But even now, he just couldn't
think of Sue as really dangerous. He turned to go after her again, but Sue
didn't wait. She jumped him first, before he could turn all the way around.
Sue landed high on Rick's back. He was still stooped over, and she
knocked him flat on his face. Sue's full 140 pounds landed on top of him.
For a second or so Rick lay there seeing stars. Once again he hardly knew
where he was, or what Sue had done to him.
When Rick's head did clear, he found Sue had wrapped her strong legs
around his middle in a scissors. Rick arched his back to throw her off, but
Sue locked her ankles together and dug her heels into his belly. Her plump,
pretty thighs squeezed like a pair of boa constrictors.
Rick's powerful arms were free, though, and he levered Sue and himself
then both over on their backs. Now Rick was on top of his wife's softer
body. The impact of being flipped hurt Sue, especially when Rick's heavy
body landed on top of her. She was dazed. Even so, to Rick's intense
frustration, Sue didn't relax enough for him to get free.
Not being able to break loose made Rick desperate. He hated being
helpless, and being made helpless by Sue, his own wife, was intolerable. He
thrashed wildly and finally twisted sideways, but that only made things
worse. It didn't loosen Sue's grip, and now he was on his belly, with Sue
along side of him, on her side. She was free of his heavy body pinning her
down, and her legs cut directly into his belly and kidneys instead of his
harder, less vulnerable hips. She was able to exert even more pressure on
his aching middle. Sue didn't waste her advantage; she poured on the
pressure until Rick was squirming in real pain.
Rick's face got redder, and his breathing got harder. He aimed an
awkward punch at Sue's face. She dodged just in time, and his fist glanced
harmlessly off her forehead. While she had the chance, Sue grabbed two of
Rick's fingers in each hand. She twisted and bent them until the smarting
pain brought tears to Rick's eyes. He couldn't get his hand loose.
Meanwhile Sue's strong thighs tightened every time Rick breathed or
moved, like a boa constrictor, always a little tighter, never any looser.
Before long Rick could hardly breathe at all. He was afraid he was passing
out. If he didn't do something quick, Sue would win the fight, and he'd
never live it down. That thought gave him a sudden burst of strength, and
he kicked himself loose.
Rick stumbled to his feet as Sue leaped gracefully to hers. Free of
Sue's terrible constricting thighs, Rick breathed deeply in relief, but he
still nursed his sore hand. Sue felt incredibly exhilarated. "Gee-whiz, he
hasn't touched me at all so far. I can't believe it. Some football coach.
Even if he wins now, he'll know he's been in a fight. But who says he's
going to win?" she thought.
Rick lurched at Sue, expecting her to backpedal away, as she'd done
before. Instead, his pretty wife paused long enough to shoot a solid punch
into his gut. She caught Rick off-guard. He couldn't turn fast enough to
protect himself when Sue ran behind him and grabbed his neck with both arms.
As she pulled him back towards her, she shoved her knees into the backs of
his, buckling his legs. Rick lost his footing and fell on his behind.
Taking two handfuls of Rick's thick blonde hair and throwing her leg
over his shoulder, Sue shoved him over on his hands and knees. In
amazement, Rick found himself trapped between his wife's plump, white thighs
again. This time it was even more embarrassing, because she had his head
secure in her steely grip.
Sue had made her first mistake, though. Rick's arms were still free.
He grabbed Sue's ankles and pulled her legs out from under her. Sue pitched
forward on her face. Her hands and big, nude breasts broke her fall some,
but not without pain and a big blow to her pride and dignity.
"Goddamn it! That was stupid," Sue thought. "Hell, that's something
Rick would have done." Rick tried to immobilize her by pinning her legs to
the floor. Sue knew if Rick ever trapped her that way, she'd never get
loose.
Desperately Sue kicked both legs in a frenzy. Her kicking feet hit
Rick in the chest and face with a hard tattoo. He felt like he'd stuck his
head into an electric blender. He couldn't hold Sue's legs tight, and she
pulled free. Once loose, Sue scampered away on her hands and knees. She
scrambled to her feet before Rick could catch her.
Turning to face her husband, Sue was dismayed to see him on his feet,
bearing down on her like an angry bull. She'd been counting on a second or
so respite, but there was no time to avoid his charge this time. "Well,
here goes nothing," Sue muttered. Taking a deep breath, she resolutely met
Rick head-on with a flurry of punches to his body.
The last thing in the world Rick expected was his fluffy-haired wife to
stand her ground and slug it out with him toe-to-toe. She stopped Rick dead
in his tracks. Sue's fists thudded into his sore, lower belly in an
explosive barrage. His abdominal muscles weren't ready, and Sue's punches
dug into his gut nearly to the wrist. His mouth gaped open in shock, like a
fish out of water. Sue laughed out loud. She liked the feeling of sinking
her fists into her husband's body. It really turned her on.
Rick couldn't believe Sue was hurting him so bad. While he stood there
flat-footed, Sue clipped him on the chin with a right uppercut. The punch
stung Sue's knuckles and numbed her forearm, but it snapped Rick's head
backwards like a kick from a mule.
Rick felt his legs buckling. He raised his own arms in a boxing stance
and tried to catch Sue in a clinch. He missed her left arm, though,and she
smashed it into his right eye. Then she pulled her right arm loose and
slammed it into his gut, way down low, with all her strength.
Rick stumbled away. His legs were rubbery, and he couldn't get his
breath. Sue exultantly ignored her own pain. "It's so easy!" she thought.
"he's no tougher than I am, and he's a lot dumber."
Sue suffered another pang of guilt, realizing she was sadistically
enjoying hurting and humiliating her own husband this way. "The hell with
it, he brought it on himself," she told herself self-righteously. She knew
the real reason, though; she just wasn't ready to stop. It was too much
fun. "Heck, I've just gotten started!" she exulted.
Sue continued her attack with a graceful kick to Rick's aching belly.
Despite Rick's rippling washboard abdominal development, she knew now how
easy it was to hurt him there. Her foot was bare, but the power of her
plump, white thigh drove her toe deep into Rick's body anyway.
Rick crumpled up and fell down on his hands and knees. He was hurt and
groggy, but still intensely aware that his cute, brown-haired wife was
humiliating him dreadfully. "Bitch," he muttered. "I thought we were just
fooling around."
"Bastard," Sue replied. She resented her husband calling her names,
even if she was beating him up "Can't take it, big man? What's the matter,
not man enough to handle your own wife?" Sue sneered, rubbing salt into her
husband's wounded pride with guilty joy. As she taunted him, she slammed
her shin into Rick's side, knocking him over on his side. Too hurt to
defend himself, Rick curled up in agony as Sue mercilessly buried her toe in
his stomach again.
More than anything, Rick wanted to get up and smash his fists into his
wife's grinning face, but his body just wouldn't respond. Sue kicked him
again, and then again, and rolled him over on his back. The room whirled
round in circles. Rick tried to sit up, at least, but his arms and legs
just flopped around uselessly.
Sue planted her foot on Rick's throat. There was nothing he could do
to remove it. "Ready to give up and call it a night, bug guy?" Sue chortled
in seventh heaven, unable to believe that she'd actually won the fight with
her husband.
Rich cursed, his voice trembled weakly. "Goddamn lousy dike bitch!"
"What did you call me?" Sue asked, not believing what she'd heard Rick
say.
"You heard me, you dike bitch!" Rick told her, needing to hurt his
victorious wife verbally at least, if that was the only way he could.
"Oh you lousy, little pansy bitch," Sue shrieked, unable to control her
fury. She wanted to hurt him as much as that remark had hurt her. "How dare
you say that to me. I'm your wife and the mother of your children. Just
because I can fight better than you doesn't mean I'm not a real woman. I'm
beginning to think it means you're not much of a man, though. I'm going to
make you pay for that insult. You're going to be real sorry, believe me,"
she ranted on.
Sue threw mercy to the winds. She knee-dropped onto Rick's belly.
She'd already turned his washboard muscles to jelly, and now her solid 140
pounds caved them in completely. Rick gagged and choked as his lungs heaved
for breath. His body quivered and tensed convulsively. SUe straddled his
chest and carefully pinned his arms under her knees.
Sue sat on her husband's chest, smugly letting her complete mastery
over him sink in. She noticed with a shock that she was ready to come;
she'd never been so sexually aroused in her life.
"Oh my God, this can't be happening," Rick thought in horror. He still
didn't know how SUe had handled him so easily. Maybe she was right, maybe
he was some kind of pansy. The one thing he did know was that if he didn't
stop her, life would ever be the same for him again. That nameless terror
gave him the determination to keep struggling madly.
It only took a few moments of horrifying, humiliating futility for Rick
to discover his sweet, brown-haired wife had already battered him so badly
he no longer had the strength to budge her. He bridged and kicked and
heaved, but Sue easily rode down his struggles. She wasn't even breathing
hard.
Exultantly Sue let Rick struggle uselessly beneath her for some time.
She wanted her husband to be absolutely certain that she had beaten him
completely into helpless submission. It wasn't long before Rick knew it
only too well. No matter how hard he tried, Sue just sat there on top of
him, smiling smugly.
Unable to do anything else, Rick in helpless fury turned his head and
bit Sue on the thigh. His teeth sank cruelly into her creamy flesh. Rick
was sorry and ashamed as soon as he did it. Sue screamed in shock, unable
to believe the man she had loved for fifteen years would sink so low. In
furious disgust she smashed her fist into his nose. Sue's punch sent
unbelievable pain lancing into Rick's brain like a hot poker.
"Lie still, or I'll mash your face to a pulp," Sue threatened, her
voice a feline mixture of purr and snarl. Rick found Sue's voice almost as
scary as the pain. He was suddenly terrified of his own wife. Hating
himself for it, Rick surrendered and obediently lay still.
Sue felt Rick's shudder of fear through her plump, punishing thighs.
"Oh my god, this is wonderful!" she mused. Her own body hurt all over, but
she found she enjoyed the pain. It made her feel strong and alive. She was
filled with such exultation she couldn't bear to just sit there passively on
Rick's chest one second longer.
She jumped up and crouched over Rick menacingly. She grabbed his head
with both hands and pulled him to his feet. It was difficult, not because
her beaten husband offered any resistance, but because his body was as limp
as wet laundry.
Once standing, it took all of Rick's concentration to stay that way.
Sue saw how badly her husband was trembling. "Scared of me, lover boy?" she
sneered.
"That'll be the day," Rick replied defiantly. The twisted knot of
sickness in Rick's belly told him he was lying, and the scornful look in
Sue's big blue eyes told him she knew it.
Rick rubbed his face. One eye was half closed, and his nose felt like
it was broken. "How did I ever get into this mess?" he wondered miserably.
He desperately wanted to crawl off to hide somewhere, but his masculine
pride couldn't admit he was beaten, not by Sue. Warily eyeing his small,
sexy and suddenly terrifying wife, he raised his hands defensively.
"Haven't learned your lesson yet, huh, sweetie?" Sue contemptuously
batted Rick's arms aside as she taunted him. Once she disposed of his
feeble defense, SUe slapped her husband across the face. Rick staggered
sideways. It only took Sue's casual slap to nearly knock her battered
husband off his feet now.
While Rick tried to keep his balance, Sue slammed into him again, her
big boobs against his chest and her hot belly against his own. They were
both naked, and it should have been sexy as hell, but Rick only felt pain
and sick fear.
Sue slid her arms around Rick's waist in a bear hug so her husband
couldn't escape her. She locked her wrists in the small of his back and
gave him a convulsive, gut-wrenching squeeze. "Oh lord, she's going to
break my back!" was Rick's first, near hysterical thought. Then more
hopefully, "she can't keep this kind of pressure up for long." But
amazingly, with each passing moment Sue increased the pressure. Rick's head
swam and his body grew limp. At first he tried to pry himself loose from
Sue, but in seconds Rick's powerfully muscled male arms dangled helplessly
at his sides, while his wife's girlishly slim, white ones almost cut him in
half.
Locked together, it was paradoxically Sue's plumply, padded belly that
crushed Rick's washboard abdomen to mush. Even her big, soft jiggling
titties seemed to be torpedoes boring into his big broad manly chest,
crushing the breath from him. Rick tried to use his powerful legs to push
himself free. With an exultant snarl, Sue gritted her teeth and tightened
her arms, almost crunching his ribs. The way Sue was holding him Rick's
toes barely touched the carpet.
Sue dangled her husband helplessly in her arms like a rag doll until
his groans sounded more and more like sobs, and even he wasn't sure they
weren't. When his eyes glazed, Sue gave a final convulsive wrench and
dropped him. Rick crumpled up and fell on his knees.
When he fell Rick would have pitched forward on his face, but Sue
grabbed him under the arms and lifted him up again. Rick's knees buckled.
Only Sue's slim arms kept him on his feet. Rick's big, rugged muscular body
slumped helplessly against Sue's soft, voluptuous nudity.
Rick struggled instinctively, but Sue slid her arms down his strong
muscular back and grabbed a solid, sinewy buttock in each hand. She toyed
with the crevice that separated them. "Stopppp!" Rick whined. His head
slumped helplessly against Sue's soft, white shoulder for support.
"My, my, my, big brave he-man, those big manly muscles of yours must be
made of spaghetti, because you sure fight like a scared little pansy girl,"
Sue taunted. Her vicious sarcasm was totally foreign to her normally sweet,
sensitive nature. But she did whisper the taunt into his ear, huskily and
seductively.
Sue felt sorry for her husband again. "Oh shit, it must be terrible
for a big, strong macho guy like Rick to have his own wife beat him up.
He's usually the sweetest guy I could ever want, too. He really doesn't
deserve this. Why am I doing it?" she thought.
Sue couldn't answer her own question, but she knew, even if she should
stop, she didn't want to. She'd released a long buried feline sadism, and
there was no way she could rebury it. She just couldn't stop. "You lousy
dike bitch," Rick moaned in anguish, and he was almost weeping.
"What did you call me, asshole?" Sue yelled, seizing on Rick's
anguished outcry as an excuse to continue.
Sue let go of Rick's behind, grabbed his wrists, and slammed him
backwards into the wall. She pinned his wrists against the wall at either
side of his head, trapping him like a powerless male spider, at the mercy of
his mate. She rubbed her big boobs, nipples tingling and stiff in
excitement, against his broad hairy chest. Then she ducked her head down
and sucked on one of his nipples.
Sue knew when she did it that her attack was sexual. "I want to rape
him and play with him, like a sexy toy," Sue thought. "But the real fun is
having him helpless and humiliated and at my mercy. Oooh, I love keeping
him totally under my control like this. I can make him my slave, my
helpless sex slave." The thought sent tingles through Sue's belly.
She shoved her knee between Rick's trembling thighs, so leanly,
powerfully muscular and yet to deliciously under her feminine control. She
nudged her knee against his scrotum. She could tell he was pitifully afraid
of her, and it pleased her immensely. "One twitch of my knee and I could
ruin you," she threatened, just to see the delectable look of fear on his
face.
"Oh my god, don't, please Sue. You won't do that, will you?" Rick
begged.
- to be continued -
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