Bambi small breast and her piece of shit husband were sitting at the table, enjoying an early dinner.
Both of them looked up, surprised at small breast my rude intrusion into their home.
Bambis eyes shone with excitement, before dropping respectfully down to stare at her plate.
Joes eyes small breast on the small breast other hand were full of smoldering resentment and anger small breast.
The corners of my mouth curled into a small breast sardonic grin.
The wimp needs another lesson in whos in charge, I thought to my self.
Thats fine, it fits in my plans nicely.
I walked over to him and without warning my hand shot small breast out, delivering a brutal slap to his face.
His eyes blazed with fury, then quickly small breast dropped to his plate as well.
I turned my back to him, giving him an opportunity to try and jump me.
He did that once, shortly after I picked up the slut from small breast a dyke bar down on the waterfront.
After I kicked his ass, breaking several of his fingers while he apologized, I pissed on his face and told him what a pathetic excuse for a man he was.
I enjoyed watch the tears of shame and pain roll down his face as I small breast sat on his chest, slowly pulling his left index finger back il it snapped.
No, I don think he would make that mistake again.
Years of Karate and Aikido ensured that I could take care of myself, especially against someone as small breast weak as him.
She looked up, taking in my leather biker jacket, black T-shirt, faded jeans, leather gloves, and biker boots.
My brown hair was tucked under an old baseball cap and mirrored sunglasses hid my eyes.
