
What are you, 60 years old? Are you going to hit me with your walker?
As you can see whenever Tiffany matches up against me, blondes DO NOT win

*I raise my weary head, my big platinum blonde hair a disheveled mess, my glossed eyes fixated on Eva as continues to mock me. It's been one long, wild evening of debauchery and domination, all directed toward me. After Eva, Misty and Carmen had their way with me, forcing my young friend Jane to finish me off, the rest of the women in the private gym converged on me. And they've been converging on me for hours upon hours.. My rivals have finally left me alone to stew in defeat and humiliation, leaving me all tied up and helpless. I'd say something snappy to Eva in response to her lil' quip about me and blondes, but I can't even speak -- one of my rivals left me with my own pair of golden leopard print short-shorts shoved deep into my mouth. Also, there's a bit of truth to the Latina's words, and with a sigh I sink deeper in my own humiliation and lower my head back down, sinking into my bonds..*