" She almost bounced with her litany. "David and that woman, Bathsheba, the soldier's wife?" She knew her voice was getting shrill and calmed herself,...sitting back in her chair and clamping her lips together, enjoying the man's discomfort. "Was Paul married?" A pair of lines appeared just above her nose and her eyes narrowed as her anger rose and her cheeks reddened. She inhaled and swallowed, grinding her teeth, feeling her heart racing. Urging restraint to herself, fearing her voice had. The first weekend things went smooth enough and Trisha thought she had this down pat. The next weekend was a long weekend and things picked up some but seem to bypass Trisha's attention but about a month into the job as Trisha was heading into the back room for her break a woman maybe 40ish was in the hall way top pulled down tits hanging out and two 20 something girls were grinding there pussies in her face. Trisha stopped in her tracks and hide but could not look away she knew the older women. The bags were tied in a diamond formation, and she looked at the four bags, and then she snapped into motion. Her right leg came up and the heel of her foot hit the right bag as her fists flashed, and she punched the bag in front of her twice. Turning she snapped kicked the one behind her sending it back on its rollers as she jumped up into the air and twisted in midair. Her left foot slammed into what would be the head location on the left bag, and it flew back and the bag lit up as it. I repeated and then she let go. She let out a progressively serious and loud “oh!... uuuu Oh!.... uph… OH! – Aaaa. Aoooh!”I totally froze, buried inside her to the hilt. I decided there and then we would both be dead in the next few minutes. I envisaged her parents walking through the door to be faced by their daughter, red-faced, watery-eyed, biting down a terrible orgasm, as the boy-they-disliked-her-hanging-out-with had about 7” of swollen cock buried all the way inside her.