Their taped fists were also stained red and soaking wet. They both thought to themselves how nice it was that they weren’t wrecking a perfectly goo...d pair of boxing gloves. Donna had noticed so far that this grossly weighted fight was tilted wholly to Ashleigh. The ref was Ashleigh’s friend, Ashleigh invited the crowd, and Ashleigh made the rules. Donna drew strength from this, vowing to put an end to Ashleigh’s dominance over her. The crowd shouted for more blood and brutality, men and. Rosie couldn't stop talking about how fantastic she felt. We moved on to our favourite bar and it wasn't till I went in my pocket to pay for the next round of drinks that I found the note: 'ring me - xxxx xxxxx Trish'. I smiled to myself - this holiday was turning out to be fantastic. I didn't need an excuse. The popular bar was packed and I was hot. Outside I rang the number. "Hi, Trish here." "Oh hi Trish, it's Ben." Trish answered from somewhere inside a bar. "Ben - wow I didn't really. Now you took over fucking my arse as you whispered sweet nothings in my ear and always managing to call me a slut, a tramp, a whore, slag. All these terms normally meant as insults only spurred your cock hungry slut on to greater levels of excitement.Suddenly I cannot hold out much longer and I beg like never before to be allowed to cum. You tease me by ignoring my passionate pleas and telling me to keep going my pretty whore bag. My body covered in perspiration and trembling with fever, a cock. She continued to beg and plead with her father, "Please, Papa, please listen to me. I need your understanding," she sobbed, her heaving causing her heavy breasts to bob up and down on her chest. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand clutching her upper arm in a vice like grip. His thick fingers gripping upper arm like a pair of pincers.Nena lost her grip on the steel poles and cried out as.