Sure, I had been slapped around before, but that was so much different... like just sort of a territorial thing that showed me who the man was with a ...ew of my earlier lovers teaching me the joys of subservitude. With my whiteboy husband though, it was all so damn pathetic and I sure didn't get any payoff pound-fucking to cap off little temper boy after he was done huffing and puffing away his inadequacies of manhood on my face.If that wasn't pathetic enough, Michael turned into a total asshole. She checkedthe time. It was 4:30. She quickly patted herself dry and noticed her handswere shaking now, from fear of not being ready on time. She flipped her hairover and wrapped the towel around her long dark strands. Walking into theirbedroom she opened the door to the walk-in closet. Megan moved the hangers one by one, looking for the perfect dress. She wantedthis to be the perfect Valentines Day. She stopped at a little black dress.It was short, with spaghetti straps. The material clung to. The problem was remedied now that Walter Staley was now Stacey Walters and Dylan Hopewell was now Hope Wells, a pair of statuesque beauties who bore no resemblance whatsoever to the former stereotypical computer geeks. In the process, Tyler Beauchamps had become Taylor, a willowy and sweet little Chinese girl with an angelic face and devilish body who had become a very good friend and very valuable ally to Grace in the last week."Hey, girl," Grace said, sitting back. "I was just about to call. "Did you really think you could hid a weapon in your pants?" One of the guards remarked before pulling down Mileena's tight leather pants. As he did, his eyes widened as he saw what was causing the bulge. Mileena's large cock stood at attention in front of the guard's face. "What the fuck?!" He exclaimed. "I knew you were some kind of genetic freak, but this on a whole nother level." Why don't you take a closer look." Mileena grabbed the back of the guard's head and thrusted her cock into his.