You are a UWFL jobber trainer. One of several trainers employed by the UWFL to condition the jobbers with one goal in mind: how to take maximum punish...ment for as long as possible before passing out. Jobbers can’t surrender anyway. Their job is to take whatever the fighters want to dish out, and the only way they leave the match is unconscious on a stretcher or when time runs out.Training is pretty simple. Lots of cardio for endurance, plenty of abs and core workouts to armor their midsections. I stepped back and took her by the wrist. I walked her briskly over to the bed and pushed her down onto it so her top half was on the bed and her legs hung over the side with the edge of the mattress catching her right at the hips. Holding her chest down with one hand, I unfastened the hook clasp in the back of her skirt and a quick tug removed it from her piling it up at her ankles. She wore skimpy pink panties which I thought was a lovely touch and planned on using them as soon as I saw. I got close to him purring like a cat and grabbed his cock between my fingers. I murmured:“I am faithful to my husband, but my girlfriend will take charge of you…”I felt his cock getting even hard in my hand, as Helena approached him swaying her round hips. Looking at his eyes; she put her hand on his chest and began going down; until she was on her knees in front of him.So she pulled the cock from my hand and slipped it into her soft wet mouth.Our Boss closed his eyes and began breathing hard. Her answer didn’t really matter. Either way my esteem for my dear friend has risen impossibly higher. Too few would be brave enough to take a sneak peak into my world that s so often defiled and shunned in ignorance. “I want….”, she hesitated a little disbelieving her next word more than I did, “…more”. A heavier flogger was already in my hands and again I dragged it over her breasts so she could acknowledge the difference in impact that would soon be applied. Marking ascension to my.