Deciding she had outgrown Manny, she signed with another manager, one in it just for the money. Manny gave her some advice she didn't take before she ...eft. Her new manager was anxious to get her name out even more, and booked a fight with the number six ranked woman in her weight class. He never told her, but he knew she couldn't win, but he thought it would be great exposure.The woman destroyed her, breaking her nose, then grappling her to the floor into a submission hold. The girl wouldn't. She was, indeed, a special person.The dream had seemed so real, almost interactive. I had been on a beach and thousands, millions of other people or beings were there, too. The fine white sand seemed to stretch for an eternity in both directions. When I looked down at my feet, I couldn't focus on the sand around me but it seemed so real I could almost feel it between my toes. Most of the people along the beach were busy building sandcastles. Some castles were bigger than others were, as those. The bodice of Octavia’s dress was so tight that much of her milky white bosom spilled out over the top. Elizabeth had almost as much of her upper anatomy on display while Julia and Catherine wore dresses that fit more snugly on the bottom than decorum generally dictated. Most shockingly, all the material stopped at the knee, making the new shoes evident.“I fear Mother is going to go into spasms,” Victoria said, shaking her head. She and Lucretia were dressed more demurely and Victoria had her. All I could think of was that she was questioning whether she was truly a slave. “If you take it all like a good little slave,” Mistress Cheryl said in an exaggeratedly sweet voice, “I’ll let you masturbate yourself to climax while you wait for the timer to beep.”Tracy moaned again. This time it was passion, or at least a moan of need. I risked turning my head slightly so I could see tracy. She was now rippling her stomach muscles and doing something weird with her breathing. Whatever she was.