She circled around to its head, now within reach, and started pounding on it with more rounds of "Pom-pom Flaming Punch!" The monster responded with a... punch from its left arm that hit her hard and sent her tumbling across the gym floor.She rolled all the way into the collapsible bleachers which were currently in their stowed position against the wall. She shook off the hit and pulled herself to her feet, then saw the creature working its way back up as well. "Baton! Spinning… Ignition… Burning…. I stared, she was wearing a maids outfit about four sizes too small, her breasts swelled over the top and it barely reached below her navel which must have been chilly as she wasn't wearing any knickers."Sorry mistress." she said."Well close the door, and put your eyeballs back in, they're on stalks!" the 'Mistress.' insisted, "You simply can't get the staff." But!" I said stupidly."Oh wake up and smell the coffee," she insisted, "Really the small mindedness of the typical British worker never. After yet another night tossing and turning, not in a good way, my phone woke me up and I answered with a grumpy ‘What?’ ‘Hey, don’t bite my head off!’ a laughing voice answered. ‘Sean,’ I answered whilst stretching ‘you know I’d never do anything to any of your body parts. Thick-headed police officers don’t do it for fragile princesses with tiny mouths, you know…’ ‘I’m not even going to ask what head you’re really talking about…’ Sean answered with an exasperated laughter. ‘Mmmm… better not…’. I could see a bit of moisture forming in her slit. She stopped at the back of the lot and looked over at me. “It’s hard isn’t it?” She asked. “Only at first, but you’ve gotten past that part. You’re doing quite well now.” I replied. “I don’t mean the driving! I mean your thing, you know, your dick. Is it hard because of me? She was looking down at my crotch. I looked down and saw that my throbbing cock was obvious. There was no denying it. “Well, yes it is.” “It better be! I’ve been showing you.