He gives me no mercy, taking me for all that I am. He shoves two fingers deep inside me, finding that sweet spot, as he sucks my clit into his mouth. ...e bites down on it, sucking it away from my body. I cry out, the pain is unreal, almost unnerving, but it’s without a doubt incredible. He’s hard, careless but in a good way, demanding, and hungry. He takes what he wants, he always has. I feel his fingers pounding inside me hard, causing my whole body to shake, and jolting up and down. I collide. He fully intends to get even by destroying her student.Master Chen’s student, Peng Chanming, is in the fourth rank of his style, but could have advanced to the fifth rank at any time. Instead, Master Chen has held him back from testing. He teaches the young man, on the side, the skills he would have been learning if he had taken and passed his test. Thus, student Peng is ranked as a fourth level practitioner but is trained to the fifth level.The match is to be three rounds of three minutes sans. The man ignored her stepping forward and helping the crestfallen muddy drenched visitor to her feet, and taking her to another swing chair on the veranda. She sat and he gave her a long cool drink from a pitcher, judging from his glass he had obviously been sitting enjoying the spectacle of the dog and the woman, while enjoying a cool drink after the long hot day. Perhaps, she mused, it passed as a sport here in this wilderness. The man ignoring his woman`s obvious distress with callous. So here I am.” The fact that she was a student at the Ontario College of Art and Design was not at all startling. Queen Street has long been the haunt of Toronto’s artists and artsy. Nor was the fact that she needed money. Most students do. I wanted the conversation to continue, so I introduced myself. “I’m Danny Sullivan. I’m a sometime jazz musician. Mostly, I’m sort of a high-class bum.” She laughed. “I’m Carole Tulliver.” At least it sounded like “tulliver.” “And you sure as hell don’t look.