Shaking myself from the dark memories of the past, I finished my beer, paid my tab and headed for the door. Carl was waiting outside by my truck with...a few of our coworkers and several women. None of them really caught my eye and most had been hanging on to one of the other guys the whole night. That is until I heard a familiar voice."Hey, wait up!"It was Becky. She was a local girl about 25 years old and was a regular to Smokey's bar, which was the best local watering hole. She was 5'5. She was a devoted cheek pincher.Maybe later on, he thought grimly. Would you care to join in, Mrs. Dexter? Suppressing a shudder, he grinned and said, “My Xbox keeps me busy. Ever played Call Of Duty, Mrs. Dexter?”“My grandchildren have, I’m sure. Electronic boxes in every one of their bedrooms.” Her smile turned tolerant. “Worst thing to happen to youth other than stupid cell phones.”“I agree,” he said. Worse even than magic weed and nine inch long dildos. “You can tell Mom I’m okay, Mrs.. It is Jenny!"Jenny! Is this actually you?" Cathy laughs: in relief that she has still managed to keep her appointment and in disbelief. What has her friend been up to?"Cathy! Yes, it's me!" Jenny gets up to hug her friend. "I organised my own coffee. Can I get you something?'"No, no look. I'll just go to the bar and get something for myself but ... Jenny! Just look at you! I like it!"Cathy soon returns. She sits, smiles and gazes once more at her friend; at her face (happy); her head (gleaming). And that is what made her feel so nervous right now as her Mum lay rigid on the floor recovering from the brutal blow Monique had cruelly delivered to her crotch. She was going to fulfil her fantasy all right and while her pussy was in charge of her mind the consequences didn’t matter either.The initial shock of the blow had now cleared and Sharon tried to regather her thoughts. This was no longer her daughter above her; this was a dangerous Woman who had just assaulted her. Sharon couldn’t get.