Her protests were muffled under his demanding lips. The hand on her breast worked the tender flesh with no care for pain or the bruises that would be ...eft. He cruelly twisted the tender pink tip until she cried out a muted scream. She felt the cold steel of the gun fall between her thighs as his hand slid beneath her skirt. His fingers parted her pussy’s lips and none to gently explored the soft folds. She raised her head up and bit into his shoulder with the intention of drawing blood. Her. The thumb size nipples of her breast were erect so I knew she was aroused but she was by herself lying on her stomach. 3 minutes later Gun comes into the room like he owns the place and he is wearing only a towel. He grabs her ass and fondles it for a bit before pulling down her shorts in such a nonchalant and easy way that it was obvious he had done this many times before. Now when I attend the encounters between them there is rarely any kissing on the mouth but the level of intimacy on this. The small single mother of two had been told she would be paid only if she could last two rounds against her heavier and experienced opponent. Having lost her job several days ago, she had searched desperately for a means to pay the rent before reading a flyer on the street and applying at the Velvet Spike.Now she struggled to get to her feet as she heard the referee counting. The Bikini she wore was identical to her opponent's except for color. The only reason that she had been given the bout. I managed to get them dried off and into bed, then pulled the covers over them. As I got dressed, Keiko said to her sister, loud enough so I could hear, "It has been so long since our mother has had a boyfriend or has, you know, been close to a man. I'll bet she would like to."Nobu glanced at me for a split second. "I know. I am sure she would. Perhaps we could find someone for her..." She turned slightly toward me, looking at me out of the corner of her eye. Mrs. Moriyama wasn't bad- no.