I’m a grandmaster at martial arts. I can make you cum or feel the worst pain in your life by touching you with a finger.”To prove my point, I made...her scream out in pain when she put weight on the leg that had cramped and then cum hard enough to squirt out a few drops along with a fart.“I won’t ever do it again, I promise. The other girls can call me all the bad things they want,” this girl whispered as I helped her walk around the gym to be sure her leg was better. “Though I can put in a pad. "We have to discuss your attitude today, Mommy!" She froze upon hearing those words. "Today you were bitchy and disobeyed my explicit orders!" I let my voice rise in intensity. She meekly lowered her eyes. "How dare you discuss my decisions about when you have to be at home, slut! And how dare you to discuss my decisions at the presence of other people?" She trembled and got on her knees in front of me. "I m pretty sure it is my fault – I spoiled you too much, bitch! But. I kind of understood this, as I’m an attractive woman with a knock-out body, so I tend to fend off unwanted attention from men…and women… constantly. I’m about 5’5”, with a narrow waist and 34E tits that love to bounce and jiggle whenever I move about, so I wasn’t at all surprised at Carl’s tendency to focus on them when he reached out in my direction. After giving it some thought, I decided not to tell Brett about his father’s roaming hands, as I figured that would kill the mood for the week,. Hell that was like saying the Super Bowl was just another football game. The first thing that I could think of was she looked single and twenty-five and was going out clubbing with her girlfriends. I smiled and said, ‘Is that it?’ She smiled and said, ‘Yep! How do I look babe?’ Now Shirley looks good when she gets up in the morning after a hard day’s night of parting and sex afterwards. So here she was with her hair done, make up on and standing as she was slipping on the left high heel. As.