I ended up with money for an abortion and a year off with pay to keep it quiet. I don't think he ever expected me back. Of course he wanted nothing to...do with me when I did return. When I came back, I demanded a better job and a chance to move up to better ones or I would go to his father. That's when I saw myself on the film he had taken. I said okay, bring your tape and we will still go see your father. It was a standoff for a week. I ended up keeping my mouth shut about him and I became what. " Commented Sasha Banks, as both diva's strutted through the halls."Yer feckin' tellin' meh." Said Becky Lynch, almost limping in her walk. She was getting very uncomfortable in her ring attire.They eventually reached the door and Becky had opened up the locker room to them. Instantly a nice cool breeze blew past them. The locker rooms were nicely air conditioned for the talent to cool off after a match. It was a nice transition since the hallways were always so hot and heated. They made their. You know what’s coming. You nod.Even though you’ve played this dumb-ass game a hundred times, the odd position; the atypical use of this everyday furniture has knocked your balance, and with it your certainty. You’re still mentally, futilely trying to calculate the odds of you falling off the chair, when the first, hard blow lands across your buttocks.The blow isn’t that hard. Hard enough to elicit your first, grateful gasp. But your centre of gravity is off; you think the chair is going over.. My hand held him loosely as I was breathless like a freight train was about to pass over me. I almost bit his tongue as I peaked and wailed into his mouth. He jerked his head up and cheered me."Cum Lucille, cum! Ride my fingers like the day when I'll fuck you. Promise me I'll fuck you!" He growled as he pounded my pussy accentuating each thrust with a cheer of "fuck"."Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck." He yelled at me as I struggled to catch my breath and return to.