Two down and all that stood between Dave and his shot at the title was Jessie Munro, but he was one hell of an obstacle. If Delario had been where Dav... was early in his career, on the rise, then Munro was where Dave had been in his best days, at the top of his game. A rated fighter, he’d beaten the champ once back before Wade had won the title. A victory here was not anything to be taken for granted.There wasn’t much time for Dave to celebrate or rest on his laurels. Once again, the training. Over the course of the summer, Scooter had become convinced that she liked the short hair style that the customer had given her with the scissors from the first aid kit. She hadn't had it worked on since, and it was getting pretty shaggy, so a visit to the hairdresser was in order. In the process, the hairdresser evened up her hair color some, lightening it a bit. It was hard to think of herself as a blonde, but now here it was.One of the things they went shopping for was some halfway nice. John retorted he could take the punishment without his hands bound, but hubby intervened and suggested to John it might be a good idea, so there was no excuse, he agreed and was bound.He stood in the middle of the room as she weighed him up, 'Can I hit you anywhere', she asked John, he pondered the question as she moved towards him and without warning, smashed the cane against his penis and testes.John cried out in obvious pain, dropping to his knees and resting his forehead on the carpeted. Phil yanked it away, staring at it.“Do I ... kill you now, or will you ... promise to ... surrender?” With each pause, Phil gasped, a quiet whistle sounding as a thin stream of fluid soaked into his shirt.“Never surrender, human!” Despite its defiant words and Phil’s thumbs pressing against its lungs, it sounded better than Phil.“Just as well,” Phil answered, squeezing hard, watching as its eyes bugged out. Rather than wasting time, when it quit fighting, he grabbed it by the legs and swung it.