I had a weird dream last night that I was a referee in a boxing match between Tippi the third chair on the defense team and Ms. Alexandra Honeysuckle ...he stunning prosecutor with the fantastic boobs and the great backside.The strange thing was they didn’t have boxing gloves.They were pulling hair and scratching with their long nails like a real alley cat fight and not a boxing match. I watched them kicking with their bare feet and using their elbows and knees in ways that most professional. The first thing was to steal a car.The idea was to burgle the site cabin; to get the video and maybe make a bit of a mess to give the girls the idea that they might not be welcome. The car was to give the impression that whoever had done it had come from some way away.There were three pale green Fiat Punto's in varying states of rusting deterioration, pulled up outside the Dimetrios Apartments. The first one that he tried had the keys under the driver's floor mat, left there by the last renter.. "Yes, Sir." Sit on the desk." Amused, he watched as she did; her legs tightly together, tugging on her blouse to hide her sex from his view. But he had other ideas for her. He was going to test her willingness to submit to him, test how far he could humiliate her. "Pull up your blouse above your waist; I don't want it hiding any of your beautiful assets." Her hands moved quickly, pulling the material up, her hairy mound visible, her pussy lips tightly clenched between her legs. He put his hands. Kayla looked at me. "Then why won't you? I promise I won't say nothing. You know that. I'm not gonna be stupid and do something to get you busted or something."I finally pushed her back onto the floor. The condom on my dick, covering my hard-on, and wrapping me up, I entered her. I pushed gently, and good God, it was so fucking tight. And I mean so tight, I could barely get my head inside her tight little teenage pussy. She thrust upwards, gasped, and I stopped."Are you okay?" I asked Kayla."Oh.