She really should have been finishing her write up for class, but she told herself that it could wait. Checking around again to make sure no one would... come in, Jennifer hid under her covers and began to fiddle with herself as she watched Jenny Star enjoy her victory spoils.Jennifer spent the next few hours poring through the website she had just discovered. Women’s Submission Wrestling, or WSW, was a federation dedicated to women’s sexual wrestling. It was a far cry from the ‘submissive role. .. something about needing more time with one of her patients.I had already stripped the old bandage from my legs in anticipation of her arrival. She checked out my progress and commented that she could see improvement. Very careful to keep from getting too close... or from hurting me either... she slid the boots over my legs and turned on the pump. For the next fifty-five minutes, she was out of sight, if not out of my mind.After removing the boots, she again inspected my legs but this time I. ‘My God, that was something beyond the imagination of the most sexually liberated…’ and we all broke out laughing. Jenifer and I ended up on the floor between the couch and the coffee table in each other’s arms and Jeremy turned so that his head was in Su Lin’s lap. ‘Three breathtakingly beautiful women at once,’ he said. ‘Where does a man go from here?’ ‘You could take us all home with you,’ I said. ‘And feed us,’ Jenifer added. ‘We could practice our skills in `The Arts of Pleasure’ further,’. Zaleah whimpered and moaned and punched the back of the seat. From what little I could see, it appeared as though she was trying to twist her pussy from his face. “Oh, god! Please! You’ve gotta stop! God! Damn it!” she screamed and punched the seat even harder. But wherever she went, his head did, too.She was soon gasping for air, verging on hyperventilation.Conversations I’d had with references played in my head. All men agreed that Eddie was an asshole and that he always got his way. No woman.