Grrrrrrrrrrrllllll. Fucking Bitch! Not so fast Lydia, you Whore. The head slam to my face proves to be only a glancing blow off my cheek as I was able to turn my head at the last second. I still have this cxnt by her labia and I'm not letting go of it. Her knee to my own pussy did not hurt me half as bad as the pain Lydia was inflicting to my sensitive ripe breasts. I look down at my heaving chest and see the result of Lydia's handiwork...............my poor tits have turned a deep purple color. I cant let Bill down. I wobble a bit from the knee, but I manage to re-set and continue my focus on Lydia's vulnerable Twat. As I keep stretching that left cxntlip an obscene distance............1/2 way down her thigh, I start to maul away at Lydia's clitoris, raking the claws of my left hand over that little pink protrusion over and over. I love seeing the excruciating look of pain etched across Lydia's face, and the look of delight on Bill's.