I was panting, and he stared at my breasts.”Damn you, you fucker, you want to fuck me that bad?" I reached down, grabbed the hem of my torn dress, p...lled it over my head, and tossed it to the ground.”Now fucker, show me what you’ve got. And it better be more than what I had last night."Richard's eyes grew wide as he gawked at my nudity. "Damn, girl, you’re full of surprises, aren't you?”He unzipped his jeans and pushed me to my knees. "Let's start this off right. Use that mouth for something. She was going to wrestle well-built, muscled wrestlers and she was going to lose. Her only choice was how badly she lost. She would just have to handle whatever happened.“On top of all that,” William continued, “you are your own undercard. The first match is at noon. Then there will be a match every half hour with the final match starting at two. Between matches you go back into your cage and hang over the ring.” He slammed his fist into the table, “This SUCKS!” he yelled. “I can’t help what is. He further instructed them. It was about 9:00 p.m. Saturday night, when the door bell rang. I will get it. I hollered up the stairs. I open the door and pow, a black fist connected against my jaw and I crashed to the floor out cold. I woke in my bedroom naked, tied to a chair and gagged. My jaw hurt like hell. My wife was on the floor at the end of the bed tied to leg. She was crying and looks like she had been slapped up, as she was red all over her body. I looked at the bed and those two. Getting to the call before it goes to voice mail is bit of a struggle, the sports bra makes it easier though, at least you don't have to worry about flashing the neighborhood, and it's not like there are a lot of people out at five-thirty in the morning.I do all of this, strapping myself into all this shit, every morning, just in case my boss decides he needs to reach me. So naturally, the one time something happens that he needs to reach me, a bona fide emergency because that fat Mexican.