I was very much stronger than any girl my age, size and weigh should be. My reflexes were faster than a cat. I now had a storage room full of trophies...from track and field as well as martial arts competition.My black belt now had a couple of inches of markings on the ends. Sensei Genwa had expanded his instruction extensively. I had won jujitsu tournaments, aikido, karate, single and double stick plus multiple mixed martial arts. I had a real reputation. Tournaments now advertised the fact that. She had by then stripped off her shirt and stepped out of her jeans and was standing in just her panties and bra."You stay right where you are, Young Man, I don't trust either you or myself if you come any closer," she smiled, "I've got to get ready and Wendy's just down-stairs."She pushed her nickers down and stepped out of them and, after bending to pick them from the floor, she dropped them into her washing hamper. Crouching slightly Mum spread her thighs and, reaching between them she. " Wrong, Mister. It's Wednesday afternoon, the eighteenth." Then I've been here for seven days," I choked out and fell to the floor.I woke up in a hospital bed, in a room with bars on the windows, with a huge burly guard standing at the door. The guard opened the door and said something to someone outside and I struggled to see if I was alright. I tried to move my arms or legs and found I was strapped to the bed. My mouth had that cottony feel when you've had some heavy duty drugs.I croaked. He finally took Leira’s appearance in, for the first time in more than three years. She wore a pair of dark oversized Ray-Bans that covered up much more of her face than 99.9% of heterosexual males would have preferred, even though it was overcast outside and pretty dimly lit in his office. That was the only thing that was off, though. Her long, blonde hair hung down in loose curls, the tight yellow turtleneck she wore managed to accentuate her ample assets without coming off as trashy, and her.