It is very rare for a woman to hit with that strength without the club ending up flying away from her hands.” This seemed to cheer her up a little. ...��Whew, that was a close save!” I thought to myself. I told her to try again, slowly this time, so that I can further analyse her mistakes. She obliged. She took her stance again and made her swing. I saw what I wanted to see. I told her to get in stance again. I held her feet and positioned them further, my face merely inches away from her crotch.. The girl: where would you do that to me?Bishnu: i will arrange some place and inform you.Same day Bishnu came to me and asked me for the room and said me about the girl. I said no. Then he went away. After one day the girl called Bishnu and asked did you arranged any place. Bishnu was shocked and said i will call you at night. Then Bishnu came to me and said me the whole story and said that the girl is desperate to get fucked and you have to give me the room for 2 hours otherwise our friendship. He had caught her line and sinker and lured her in. He got what he wanted. The woman stood up and found tatters of her clothes a few feet from her. She slowly got up and walked to them and she placed them over her body as best she could to cover her. She was so ashamed, she walked home in complete silence, in complete shock as she stared at the ground. The once bright, cheerful bar maid had been scarred for life, scarred for accepting an apparent gentleman’s kind offer, scarred for being who. Again he cracked up when I erupted into coughing fits.Duff lay his hand atop my head, petting me affectionately."Didn't want to have to give you such a beating but you gave me no choice. Had to make sure all the fight was stripped from you." His hand moved down over my face, seizing my chin and rubbing my cheek, then he laughed again."Look at that, got my hand prints on your pretty face." He reversed his phone's camera to show me his large, bright red hand prints on my face. The marks of each.