I didn't see any work out equipment. I figured there was probably another room for that. Obviously, this was "the fighting room".The place looked like...an old warehouse that had been renovated. It was a large room, about thirty feet wide, seventy-five to a hundred feet long with four steel support poles down the center the long way with about a twenty-foot high ceiling. Three walls were exposed, the longest of which had a large painted mural of two fighters in a boxing ring covering most of the. You will not talk like that again. Is that understood?” The muscular PE Mistress answered.Gabrielle Wilson slowly moved forward and placed her hands, then her knees on the bed in front of her. Leonie MacKintosh placed her hands on the younger girl’s shoulders and forced her down into the crotch of her jeans.“Just relax Gabby. It’ll soon be dealt with.” She said reassuringly.Out of Gabrielle’s sight, Charlotte had stepped into Leonie’s eight-inch strap-on and was expertly placing a condom on it.. “Nice!” she cooed. “Do you want to give them a little suck?” I didn’t need to be asked twice. I ran my tongue over the tip. They were long. Marc was getting quite excited and was now semi-erect. He then noticed the jewelry in my cock. “Wow, darling, look at his cock.”She looked down at my slightly swollen penis (if it hadn’t been for Jackie the night before, it would have been really hard) and saw the ring near the tip. She flicked it, then noticed the bar across the top. “I like that.. I laughed. Im willing to bet that Steve doesnt even know who you really are. I think that should change. I let all of the humor drop from my voice. Coldly, quietly, I said, Stand up and strip. She was on her feet before she realized it, reaching for the buttons of her jacket. She stopped, looking at me with real fear in her features for the first time since Id known her. She whispered, You&hellip, you dont&hellip, cant command me. The quiver in her voice told me otherwise. Yes, Liza, I can.