He snarled, ‘Well! Speak up!’ A crushed and enfeebled Allyson replied, ‘Yes I guess… I guess…John…I’m sorry.’ It was time to drive it ...ome, force her to acknowledge her incompetence, her inadequacy, ‘You guess so?’ Genuinely scared she tried to answer, ‘I mean…I guess,’ She was upset. She realized she’d made a mistake, and John was really angry. He might punish her, ‘Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please John forgive me.’ She leaned forward, she reached out and touched his knee, ‘Please John.’. She kept trying to tell me to stop and that she was married but then she would kiss me again. She was wearing a skirt and I lifted it and pulled her panties down and put my finger in her twat. It was very wet and I found her clit and started working it. She told me that she should not be doing this but I was not going to stop now. I pushed her on the hood of a car and put my face in pussy. Then I rolled her over and pushed my hard cock into her tight wet snatch doggy style. I started to pile. " A coma, oh god no." I said, almost crying."What happened to him Sophie? Those involved are saying very little about the incident. The police are involved and neither Melissa nor the other boy knows how he acquired such a serious injury. Do you know what happened?" He was going to rape Melissa, I had to stop him. So I pulled him off. I was so angry I lost my control. And now my actions have put him in a coma." I was still stunned by the news of what my powers had done, and my answer was. Only a short year ago had you even suggested to justine that he would be sitting in a woman's bathroom, dressed not in jeans as might be expected of a young man but, as a frilly, fetishtic, French maid frothing in lace, and wobbling on sky high heels, having just cleaned his mistress' bathroom, he would have taken a swing at your chin and laughed at your injured jaw. That of course was before he had been set up by that bitch who was now his mistress. Before a year of intensive hormone therapy.