Women’s Submission Wrestling, or WSW, was a federation dedicated to women’s sexual wrestling. It was a far cry from the ‘submissive role society...placed on women’ that she had planned to write on for her Women’s Studies course. She wondered if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or regressive. It could be an in depth study with her going undercover as a sex wrestler herself. "But before I do that we need to set a few ground rules." If you say so, Sir," came the reply, not too sure what to expect."First off, you may now raise your eyes from the floor and look at me. But do not judge my apology as weakness, merely good manners."She looked up, daring to smile a little. "Do you like what you see?" he asked.He saw a delicious twinkle in her sexy golden eyes, hinting at a desire to serve this handsome man next to her. "Secondly, please stop calling me Sir. I know that I. Separating each toe with tissue, as I'd seen Grace do, I carefullyapplied a fresh coat of shiny red polish to each of my toes. While theydried, I attached false nails to my hands and, likewise, smoothed theedges and then coated them with shiny red polish.While my nails were drying, I went into the kitchen to survey what Icould use to prepare a nice dinner for Grace. There were plenty of freshvegetables for making a salad. Grace had some fresh broccoli as well.Searching through her freezer I. Sex had always been a major part of her life. Unlike Martha though, she had been able to control her actions or at least not let them control her the way her twin had. She had always been envious of her sister for her obvious enjoyment of sex and had wanted to let herself go. But she hadn’t been able to at first.When she married Doug, she let herself go completely on her wedding night. It was Martha’s kind of wildness that she began to understand and found she was enjoying. Though she was.