He wanted to teach this little bitch a lesson about teasing men. She could get away with teasing boys, but not a man. Only problem, is that she was re...lly enjoying the thorough pounding she was getting. Her moans were the only evidence he needed to confirm that. “Yes! Pound this slutty pussy and teach it a lesson! Make it yours to do whatever you want with it! Ooohhh, fuccckkkkk!” She screamed out as he felt her pussy tighten around his cock. “I’m gonna cum, don’t stop!” She shrieked out as. Tom was here! I hurriedly slipped on myjewelry and picked up my black hand bag. I saw my reflection in thehallway mirror as I passed by. I did look pretty even though my breastswere jiggling under the dark blue velvet.Tom was waiting at the bottom of the steps with a dozen long stemmedroses and a big smile. He was so very handsome! I felt my insides shiverwhen he spoke in his deep pitched voice, "I have tried to convincemyself that you couldn't have been as beautiful as I remembered you. NowI. *Like my old stories, if I have support enough to follow this up with more chapters, I'll include more extreme stuff, and probably some vanilla to keep you guys interested in the characters.*For those of you out there, enjoy.***THIS STORY CONTAINS FICTIONAL RAPE, BLACKMAIL, AND VIOLENCE. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION***The Boss“Sir, she is here,” Brandon, my security guard came to the living room to tell me.“Good,” I said, putting down my cigar. “Tell Edgar to wait in the car. Be sure to check if. She came from exactly the same pose and I saw her hand move, but in a split second, it was her left foot that flashed through Coach's hand. I mean that's what it looked like. It looked like her foot went right through his hand. His hand slid up her leg to the back of her knee and pulled her forward. Her other foot came up off the mat and her back hit it solidly. Ouch. Coach was standing where Whitney had started facing her as she sprang back up off the floor."I think you get the idea," Coach.