This is it, she is almost close enough to risk a kick to that mauled twat, when instead, your knee just flashes, up and into my snatch and I scream from cxnt pain. All thoughts of attack, or anything, vanish as I go rubber legged.
A blur of tan, greasy flesh surrounds me, shoving and pulling me to the carpet, my hair yanked yet again as I wince, still squirming from the pussy shot. Eyes following your moves, but my limbs not moving as your knees pin my arms, and your scratched butt weighs on me. Oh my God, you have beaten me! You are looking down on me, and happily meeting the stares of everyone in the room!
There is so much noise, I can’t follow some harshly uttered statement from you, but feel your hand on my tit and twat accenting it. The room actually quiets as this time I hear your threat, and even worse, what you want me to say. My teary eyes scan the room of all the folks with refills of their drinks and big smiles. A couple of lovely ladies, Jess and Roberta, look on mournfully. The last thing I want to see is that slut Maureen, but she is front and center.
I can’t see Lucky, probably for the best, maybe he couldn’t stand seeing his love lose. My lower lip flutters, your patience is thin as you dig into my titty, I mutter “you’re better” and to avoid more prodding , I raise my voice “You are the better woman. OK? Get off me” and I start to cry.
