"Let's begin the debriefing. Your combat scores, do you think they were fair?" The three minors?" I paused for a moment. "Yes sir, the demerits were f...ir." In total, I think so too. Maybe not the last demerit itself, your combination roundhouse spin kick was a thing of beauty. But in your eighth match, you pulled a knife-hand strike to the throat so early the blow wasn't scored, and the judge let that one go."I nodded. "I agree sir." But your third match, the one with Afeef, what was up with. My cell rang. ?Hello, is this Mistress A? I seem to have found your puppy.? ?Ask him how long he has left Nikki.? I could hear her say something to him but I couldn’t hear his response. Nikki came back on the phone. ?He says he has two minutes left.? ?How’s his posture? Did he move?? ?He looks nice. Kneeling nice and straight. No, he didn’t move.? ?Let me talk to him.? ?Okay, just a moment.? I heard her say something to him, and then ?Yes Mistress?? He sounded so upset; I just wanted. It was hard and I didn't know how long i could keep it up, but i felt this primal instinct to win at all costs. I wanteed to prove I had the stronger b**st.I grabbed him with all my power and thrusted upwards as hard as i could to bring him off balance.We both laid on the side by now, thrusting against each other and panting like fighting elks.The grunting noises intensified because now we were on an equal playing field.Nothing except victory mattered anymore.I grabbed his ass so i could thrust. Her gait when from a firm,and confident, to prissy and sissy, as her knees joined together,forcing her to take little, knock-kneed, baby steps. Her walk wasridiculous and forced a chuckle out of the prim and proper Mrs.Hutchinson.Getting to the end of the room, Pansy did an over the top curtsey, andsaid in a ridiculous baby voice, "OMG, I need to be making men cummies!"Turning around Pansy got only one step before hearing the words, "Pansy,end," causing her to instantly stop what she was doing.