“Understand this, If you ever use what I teach you except in self-defense I will kill you. Start one fight, beat one woman. Drunk or sober, doesn’... matter, I’ll kill you. Got it?”“Y ... yes, sir,” Danny stammered.Mr. Martin sat back. “Your ass is mine seven hours a week. Three for training and four to work to pay for that training. I expect you to work out six days a week, starting tomorrow. Be here tomorrow at 5:00 a.m. You won’t like what happens if you’re here at 5:01. You know where the. Yuri goes into the basement to get more detergent. As she is there, I see her phone on the table going off.Zach and Ryan are texting on their groupchat so I start reading. The chat goes like this:Ryan: dude let's get this over with, i just wanna blow my load and bounce Zach: same, it wont be much longer though. Ryan: ok, btw did you see the Twinkie shirt she's wearing? ? Zach: yeah dude! That shit is so funny. Let's fucking ruin that shirt today so wear she cant wear it anymore. Ryan: it'll. . I have to do this too, whatever it is... “Sit with me,” Heather said quietly.I followed her down to the ground, where we sat facing each other. She pressed her forehead to mine, and for a time we didn’t move. The crumbling of the wide world continued unabated, but I was able to find a little bit of calmness within me.“It’s now or never for me, Matt,” Heather whispered. “I don’t know why all this has affected me so much, but it has. Maybe if it had been you and Lara out on the pier, together,. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Heather's legs crossed around me. Binding me to her. Pulling me tighter. I felt the tell-tale pressure, the sensitivity, the tingle that told me I was on the verge of cumming. I couldn't fight it. I didn't want to fight it. I wanted to fill her. I could feel Heather's arms around me and her nails raking up my bum and my lower back. I felt the pulse that signaled my orgasm. Almost immediately Heather yelped as she felt that first shot of hot sticky cum inside her. Her.