Well, I thought I was all done with this, but SunnyB inspired me to write another chapter; I want to say thanks not just for inspiring me, but also for helping me with the story from start to finish (hoo boy, don't even ask how the paragraphs looked before he had a crack at it). Enjoy...
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“God fucking damn it,” Cheryl grumbled, pacing. “Fucking asshole bitches. Fucking piece of shit-”
“Honey,” Meghan tried. “Would you please try and forget about it? Can we focus on something positive? I got those Hamilton tickets-”
“Fuck Hamilton!” Cheryl screamed. “How can you ask me to get over it? Were we in different fights?”
“Baby, look. We took our best shots, and we lost. That’s it. It’s over-”
“It’s not over,” Cheryl hissed. “You want to leave it like that?”
“Well, no. But what else can we possibly do?”
“I know a guy.”
“Fine. Get your guy and do whatever you want. But after that, I’m done. I’m serious,” she drew herself up to her full height. “After this last thing, either you’re done with them, or I’m done with you.”
“Okay.” Cheryl held up her hands in surrender.
“Well, you go talk to your guy. I’m going to take a hot bath.”
Half an hour later Cheryl was sitting down at an empty table in a downtown bar. The bouncer, Sonny, wandered over and took the seat across from her.
“Cheryl, you look great.”
“Thanks,” the blonde grunted. “You look like a man.”
“I am a man. Are we here to catch up, or you got a job for me?”
“I need two women taken care of.”
“How taken care of we talking?”
“The works. I want them beat up until they can’t stand, and I want them fucked until they can’t think. And I want it all live streamed so I can watch.”
“Ooh, now that sounds expensive,” Sonny rubbed his chin.
“I’m sure. Five thousand, split however you want between you and your partner-”
“Partner?”
“Yes…” Cheryl’s eyebrows went up slowly. “Don’t tell me you’re going to take them both on yourself...?”
“Yeah, you think I can’t?” Sonny flexed one admittedly impressive arm.
“No, just… look, Amy’s a little crybaby, I’m sure you could beat her face in no problem. But don’t underestimate Jazmin; she’s one tough bitch.”
“So am I.”
“Okay, fine. So I’ll give you five thousand to take care of both of them. And I want you to livestream the whole thing to me. Okay?”
“Sure, easy money.”
“Here,” Cheryl plucked a stack of bills out of her wallet. “Two and a half thousand in advance - you'll get the rest after completion of the job."
"Thanks, it's gonna be a pleasure," Sonny grinned.
* * *
We’d finished moving into our new place, but hadn’t unpacked yet; the kitchen, master bedroom and attached bathroom were most of the way done, but a few other rooms were completely bare, or just had boxes stacked up in one corner. I was in the library despairing at the huge stack of boxed books and wondering where to start when the doorbell rang.
I got up and went to answer it; standing there was a dude I’d never seen before, maybe six feet tall and pretty ripped; he was wearing a plain black T-shirt and jean shorts, and I could see the muscles rippling in his arms and legs. Weirdly enough, he was wearing what looked like a high-end GoPro type camera around his neck, the little red recording light on.
“Amy Valencia?” he peered at me.
“Yes?” I held my hand up to cover my face from the lens. “Is this a YouTube prank or something? I don’t want to be on your channel- hey!” I yelled as he pushed past me.
“And where’s Jazmin?”
“Here,” my girlfriend came around the corner. “And who the fuck are you?”
“Sonny,” he said, like that meant anything to me. “Cheryl says hello.”
“You better come in,” Jazmin growled. She lead Sonny into one of the bare rooms; this was the future craft room, fifteen by fifteen feet with light blue walls and hardwood floors. “So, what’s the deal? You here to get your ass whupped?”
“Something like that,” Sonny growled. “Who’s first?”
“I am,” I volunteered before Jazmin could say anything. I came around to face Sonny. “Rules?”
“Anything goes.”
“Fine. You better take off anything you don’t want ruined.”
I stripped naked and Sonny did the same; I almost did a double-take as he pulled his boxers down to reveal a hairy pussy and a big, fat clit protruding at the top.
“Yeah, you like that?” he noticed me looking. “Got your dinner right here, little girl!” I tried to think of a good comeback, but the best I could do was a basic “fuck you”.
Sonny kept the webcam around his neck, but nothing else; he had a bag with him and set up a second camera on a tripod. I also spotted two strapons peeking out the top; it was going to be that kind of fight. I took in his naked body quickly; he was about six feet, so he had four inches on me, and he looked even more ripped naked, maybe 175 pounds of muscle. I pushed down the second thoughts I was having about volunteering to go first. He had long, shaggy brown hair and nice eyes. What was a guy like this doing Cheryl’s dirty work for?
I didn’t have a chance to ask as we raised our fists and closed. Sonny surprised me with his speed; I thought a dude his size would be kind of slow, but he came in behind a lightning fast left hook. I managed to duck under it, but that left me completely out of position as he slammed a short right straight into my stomach. He had good form, getting enough power into the hit to wind me as I stumbled back, covering up, soaking up his next two hits on my forearms.
“Come on, babe!” Jazmin yelled. “Fuck him up!”
I came forward with a kick at his crotch, but Sonny faded back and I whiffed; I was out of position again and this time he hit me with a right hook to the jaw. The room spun and I hit the floor hard on my chest with a groan.
“Is that all you got?” Sonny yelled down at me as I rolled over. “You gonna start crying?”
“Fuck you,” I growled as I got up.
This guy was too strong to box with; I’d have to try something else. I wanted to fake him out, so I put my fists up like I was going to keep trading punches with him and closed up. Even watching his hands to see what he was going to do, he almost took my head off with a right hook. I went under it, still coming; Sonny seemed surprised, and I managed to grab his shoulders and slam my knee up into his stomach. I went to give him another, but he covered his midsection with his hands.
Of course, this left the rest of him free and I took a half step back, winding up and unleashing my best overhead right to his head, my knuckles smashing into his mouth with a satisfying thud. Sonny stumbled back, covering his mouth; I came in to land a kick to his stomach, but to my amazement he recovered enough to push me away with a snarl.
“Is that it, kid? That your best?”
“No,” I hissed. “THIS is!”
I darted forward aiming a kick between his legs, but he caught my foot, and I stood there on one leg staring at him in surprise. He came in with a clothesline, his forearm smashing into my neck, and the next thing I knew I was on my back, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing my windpipe. Sonny grabbed two handfuls of my long hair, yanking me up to my feet; he shoved me back, then came at me with a left hook aimed at my face.
I took this hit square on the jaw, the impact turning my head, and Sonny unleashed a combo: A right to my stomach, left to my side, right to my ribs, a crushing left that squashed my right boob flat against my ribs, right straight to the face, and a finishing uppercut that left me on my back seeing stars.
* * *
“Yes! Yes!” Cheryl was so excited she jumped out of her seat and started shadowboxing in front of the TV. “Finish her off! Hook- straight - uppercut- Yeahhhhhhhhh!” she roared as Sonny laid Amy out, his fist exploding under her chin, her head snapping back as she went over, slamming into the floor, fat tears running down her cheeks as she gasped in shock. “Finish her! Break her fucking skull open!” Cheryl shrieked as Meghan rolled her eyes.
“They can’t hear us, right?”
“No,” the blonde stared intently at the screen. “Look, watch this!”
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“Come on, babe,” Jazmin pleaded. “Get up, you gotta keep fighting!”
“Forget it,” Sonny sneered. “This little crybaby’s finished already. Isn’t that right, little crybaby?”
“Fuck you,” I sobbed, slowly rolling over. Before I could get up Sonny was there in front of me, grabbing my hair again; this time he pulled me forward, rubbing my face into his hairy, wet pussy. His big clit slipped into my mouth, and I heard him moan. I needed some time to recover and started sucking on it, hoping to distract him; it worked, but only for a few seconds before he pushed me away with a grunt.
“Time for that later. Get up and fight, unless you want to give up. Yeah,” he sneered, “just lay there and I’ll finish you off quick, little crybaby.”
“Fuck off.” I’d managed to stop crying, rubbing my nose with the back of my hand. “I’m gonna rip that dicklit right off you!”
As we closed I made an obvious grab for his clit; his hands dropped to protect it and I shot forward, grabbing his shoulders, bracing my foot in his belly and rolling backwards, monkey flipping him over me. I heard him hit the hard ground with a loud thud, and when I spun around and stood up I could see he was dazed, probably from the back of his head hitting the wood floor; he got up before I could press the attack, but he was moving a little sluggishly as he came at me this time.
I darted my head back from his left hook, throwing my own right at his stomach; he powered through it with a grunt, slamming a left into my belly. I tried to grab him in a clinch, but he was too fast, unleashing a right hook to that jaw that turned my head with the impact, then a slower, powerful straight right to the stomach that bent me over. He grabbed my hair and slammed his knee into my face; then he pulled my head between his legs, and with a grunt flipped me upside down, holding me there for a second as the blood rushed to my head.
“No, no, no!” Jazmin screamed. “Put her down!”
“Bad choice of words,” Sonny sneered.
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“Yes! Yes!” Cheryl howled. “Kill her!” Even though the muffled audio on the cameras, the dull thud of the top of Amy’s skull being driven into the floor was startlingly loud. Sonny released Amy, who flopped bonelessly to the ground, laying in an awkward heap of limbs.
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“You fucking piece of shit!” Jaz came out of her seat screaming at the trans man. “Why don’t you come fuckin’ fight me, coward?”
“Soon,” Sonny promised her with a shit-eating grin on his face. “But I’m not quite done with the crybaby here.”
I looked up seeing several images of Sonny swimming in my vision as he rolled me on my back; he lowered his crotch onto my face in slow motion, then started giving me a very rough facesit, grinding his hairy pussy against my nose and mouth, pressing the back of my head into the hard floor. For good measure he reached down and started slapping my tits with his left hand; I think his right was playing with his clit, which at least meant it wasn’t punishing my boobs.
All I could do was lay there and endure it as best I could; it wasn’t exactly relaxing having Sonny up there pushing my head against the hard ground, fucking my mouth, and smacking my tits, but it did give me a chance to recover at least a little bit, and by the time Sonny was cumming on my face, I was determined to show him that he’d underestimated me.
“Now you just lay there, crybaby,” he taunted me as he rolled off. “Time to destroy your asshole wife now.”
“We’ll see about that,” I gasped, catching my breath.
“Please, what do you think you can do?” He yanked me up to my knees painfully by my hair, pulling my face to his wet pussy and big clit that protruded like a mini cock: “You’re just my fuck rag now, you know that?”
SwiftlyI leaned forward, getting his clit in my mouth, and bit down. Sonny let loose the loudest, most blood-curdling scream I’d ever heard; he stumbled back, hands braced on his upper thighs, and I could see tears sliding down his face as he gasped in shocked pain.
I stood up, took a single step towards him, grabbing his shoulders and angling his body down; I kneed him in the crotch, aiming for his clit instead of his pussy, and I could feel my knee slam the very sensitive bundle of nerves into his pelvis. That was too much for Sonny as he fell down, holding his clit, sobbing and moaning.
“How’s that?” I leaned down to scream into his face. “Who’s the crybaby now, pussy?”
I’ll give him credit he tried to push me away from him, but he was weak with agony and I easily slapped his arms away. Not taking any chances, I laid down on the floor above Sonny, pulling him between my legs; the back of his head rested against my crotch as I locked in a figure four choke with my legs, grabbing my right foot and pulling up to add even more pressure as I squeezed. Sonny grabbed my thighs and started trying to pull them apart; for a scary second I thought he might be able to pull this off, his arms shaking with effort, but he couldn’t quite manage it. After that he tried to roll over, rocking his body back and forth; this didn’t work either, and he was reduced to uselessly slapping my legs as I squeezed his neck.
“You got him, babe!” Jaz cheered from her seat. “Knock his ass out!”
“As you wish,” I grunted, pouring on the pressure as Sonny clawed at my thighs. His face turned bright red, then his tongue fell out of his mouth; he started drooling on my legs as I pushed my upper body off the floor for maximum force. My opponent’s hands fell off my legs as the strength left his body; he was finished.
* * *
“Oh, no, no, no,” Cheryl moaned. “Get out of that! Come on! Fuck!”
“Do we have to pay him if he loses?” Meghan yawned.
“Paid him half up front,” Cheryl mumbled, willing her fighter to do something.
* * *
I released my legs slowly; if Sonny was faking and made a move, I’d be ready to clamp them around his neck again. He didn’t, looking peaceful - except for his beet-red face, he could’ve just been taking a nap. I straddled his flat chest, turning his head left and right; he was out of it. I left him laying there as I went over to my wife, who came out of her seat and grabbed me in a big hug.
“You did great, babe,” she whispered in my ear. “Now let’s fuck up this white boi.” We got into our strapons as Jaz mulled over what to do first. We decided to go with a classic spit roast, but before we got into position curiosity overcame me; I went over to Sonny’s bag with the thought of maybe using the strapons he’d brought along ourselves on him for that extra little bit of humiliation.That thought evaporated as I lifted one out of the bag; it must’ve been over a foot long, girthy and covered in wicked knobs and studs.
“Holy shit, look at this thing!” I tried to throw it to Jaz, but it was so heavy it only made it halfway across the room before landing with a thud. I picked up the other one, no less small and heavily ridged. I walked back to where Jaz was standing over Sonny. “Was he going to fuck us with these, or just hit us over the head with ‘em and knock us out?”
“Let me see that thing.” I handed it to her, watching her almost drop it with the unexpected weight. “God damn!” She leaned down and forced it into Sonny’s mouth, laughing as he gagged; despite my wife’s best efforts, she couldn’t get more than half of it actually in his mouth. “Sheesh. Well, we’re gonna keep these. Hang this shit up over the mantel!” She tossed it away and smiled down at our beaten opponent.
“Okay, playtime’s over. You just wait here like a good little bitch.” With that Jaz went over to Sonny’s bag, coming out with a set of leather-padded handcuffs and a spreader bar. “Nice of you to bring this shit over for us!” she purred as she walked back. We flipped Sonny over on his chest; he struggled, but Jaz pinned his shoulders down with her knees as I grabbed his wrists. We put the cuffs on, then pulled him up on all fours and I attached the spreader bar.
“Aahh, now doesn't that look nice?” Jaz purred, taking a step back to take in our humbled opponent. “You’re just our fuck toy now, son!” Sonny opened his mouth to say something, but Jaz stepped forward and shoved her strapon between his lips and started fucking his mouth. I went behind Sonny, slipping one finger into Sonny’s pussy; he was still wet from riding my face, and I scooted forward, pressing the tip of the strapon against his slit.
“No, no, no,” he gasped, Jaz pulling out enough to let him plead. “Please, don’t fuck me. I’m begging you - uhhhhh!” he grunted as I pushed in.
“Fuck, he’s tight!” I gasped. wanted to trash talk this guy like Jaz, and I sneered “Been a while since you’ve been stretched out like this, huh?” He just moaned as I started fucking him, my hips smacking into his small, white guy ass with each stroke.
“You like this shit?” Jaz taunted him as she resumed fucking his mouth. “Is this why you came here, so we’d use you like a little bitch?”
He couldn’t answer, and I reached down between his legs and started stroking his clit; it was quite big, oval-shaped, not quite large enough for me to get my hand around comfortably to do a traditional handjob. Instead I started running my fingertips up and down it, and for a guy who’d gotten his clit bitten and kneed into his hips, it seemed none the worse for wear; Sonny seemed to go crazy from the stimulation, his hips bucking back against me rhythmically as I fucked him.
“Look at this guy,” Jaz grunted. “Begging us to stop, when he clearly loves this shit! Well, white boi, we ain’t gonna stop, but you better not cum before I do!”
Sonny had no chance with my hand attacking his clit; I had to use my other hand to hold on tight as he started cumming, going off before me or Jaz even got close. His entire body shook as he climaxed, moaning what sounded like “Noooooo” and “Fuck” around Jaz’s dildo, his body thrusting back against me. Unable to hold himself up, his upper half collapsed to the mat.
* * *
“How much did you pay this guy again?” Meghan asked.
“Twenty five hundred bucks,” Cheryl moaned miserably.
“I think he’s toast. You remember our deal, right?”
“He could still come back,” Cheryl whispered, fighting back tears. “He could still win. He could still destroy them-”
“Babe,” Meghan rested one big hand on her lover’s shoulders. “It’s over. They beat him, they fucked him silly. Best you can do now is try and enjoy the show, since we’re paying for it.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Cheryl sat back on the couch, resting her head in her hands. It was all over for Sonny.
* * *
“Worthless,” Jaz barked. “What did I tell you? You’re in deep shit now! Amy, come up here!” I pulled out as Jaz flipped Sonny over on his back. She grabbed my shoulders, guiding me so I was sitting on his face; she lined my pussy up with my mouth and gently pushed down until his lips were brushing my entrance. She went around between his legs, pushing them aside and lining up with his boi pussy. “Alright, Amy, go crazy.”
She slid home with a grunt and started fucking Sonny roughly as I began rocking my hips back and forth. The strapon I was wearing had the clit stimulator attachment, which was now in the way as I couldn’t reach down to play with it myself, but I didn’t want to take it off; it just meant Sonny was going to be in for a bit of a longer ride as I reached down to steady myself on his arms. I didn’t worry about being rough with him after what he’d done with me; Sonny didn’t seem to mind as he thrashed under me, flooded with pleasure from my wife fucking him. Jaz was keeping an eye on both of us, making sure I’d go first; when Sonny started getting close first, she yelled “No you don’t! You already came once without permission, bitch!”
She pinched his clit, and I felt him spasming underneath me. Jaz started edging him mercilessly, slapping and squeezing his clit whenever he got too close to cumming. When I hit my climax, Jaz finally relented, fucking Sonny through what sounded like a big one, his and my own panting moans and gasps mixing as we climaxed. Finished, I slowly climbed off Sonny; I needed a minute. For his part Sonny had a big, goofy relaxed smile on his face, which was soaked with my juices.
“Hey,” Jazmin hissed at him, sliding up so she was looking down at him. “Hey! White boi! You’re getting punished, you’re not supposed to be loving this! Ahh, I got it. Amy, where’d we pack the rubber bands?”
“Uh, in with your office stuff. Why-” she was already leaving to get them; I sat there recovering until she returned with a few thick ones.
“Here, watch this,” she purred. “Let’s see if the sick fuck likes this!”
“Like what?” Sonny was slowly coming around, looking at Jaz in confusion; he had no idea what she was getting at until she smiled a really nasty smirk and went for his crotch, reaching for his clit with one outstretched rubber band.
“No!” Sonny wailed, scrabbling backwards away from her. “No, don’t! Please, not that!”
“Amy, get him!” My wife commanded. I got up and came around behind him, leaning down and getting him in a full nelson. Luckily he was still weak, and his frantic struggling didn’t do him any good as Jazmin came up and snapped a rubber band over his large clit with a loud, almost comical twang. I smiled, but Sonny didn’t find this funny, howling as his legs thrashed in helpless agony. Jaz applied a second, then a third, leaving Sonny limp and gasping in my arms. Jaz put her hand under his chin and made him look up at her, slapping him across the face. “How’s that feel, shithead? Your little dicklet hurt, white boi?”
“Please,” Sonny started.
“‘Please’, what? You gonna beg some more now?”
“Yes, please. I’m sorry. No more...”
“Huh. Let’s see how sorry you are.” Jaz loomed over him, pulling him up to his knees, pulling him forward between her legs. “Make me cum and maybe we’ll go easy on you, stupid ass white boi.”
Sonny dived in with desperate speed; I saw Jaz close her eyes with a happy sigh as he started eating her out. I came up behind her, reaching around her body to cup her tits, leaning forward and licking her neck. Jaz grabbed Sonny’s head, pulling him forward even more, moaning as she leaned back against me.
“Amy,” my wife purred. “Can you do something for me?”
“Sure, what is it?” I smiled as she whispered it to me. “Okay.” I went around to her front, grabbing Sonny’s hips and lifting him up a bit; he went with it, still eating out my wife as I slid underneath him, getting him a reverse cowgirl position over me. I thrust up, and Sonny froze with a gasp as I started fucking him. Jazmin gave him a hard slap and he went back to work on her.
“How’s this?” Jaz gloated. “You better make me cum before you do, motherfucker! You hear me? Oh, right, got your mouth full!” I held on to Sonny’s hips, a bit surprised to see how much he was enjoying this even with the rubber bands on his clit. He managed to last this time, finishing Jaz off with his mouth; she grabbed the back of his head as she started cumming, throwing her head back and screaming in victorious ecstasy. When she finished, she roughly grabbed Sonny’s shoulders and threw him down to the floor.
“Lay there, loser. Amy, let’s see if there’s anything else in his bag.” I got up and we pawed through what remained of his stuff; even with everything we’d taken out and used on him there was still a bottle of shaving cream (XL, enough for us both), a razor, two bright red ball gags, a paddle, a second set of handcuffs, and a second spreader bar. He’d clearly had some plans for us.
“Look at this shit,” Jaz hissed. “Well, I think I know who’s behind this.” She picked up one of the dildos Sonny had brought along and planted it on the floor, then pointed to it.
“Get on it ... impale your twat with it while facing the camera,” she snarled. “And don’t you touch those fuckin’ rubber bands, or I’ll let my girl bite that dicklet right off. Understand?”
Sonny nodded weakly, slowly getting up and squatting over it, lowering himself on it with a moan. Jaz walked over to where the webcam was still filming, leaning into the lens with a wide smile. “Hey, Cheryl. This your boi here getting himself off like a little bitch? Think you should ask for your money back!”
She motioned me over, and when I came close she threw one arm around my shoulders with a big grin, planting a wet kiss on my cheek. “You enjoying this show? I hope so, you paid for it!”
“Yeah,” I tried to think of a good line to add. “And, uh… um. Uh, he lost.”
“Nice try, babe,” Jaz whispered. We turned to enjoy the show; Sonny lasted a bit longer this time, but before too long he reached his peak, slamfucking the dildo through his climax, screaming “Fuuuuuucccccccckkkk!!!” as he came loud enough to shake the walls before falling over on his back, panting.
* * *
“I can’t watch this anymore!” Cheryl fled the room in tears, running into the master bedroom, throwing herself down on the mattress and sobbing. Meghan rolled her eyes and went back to watching the show. This was kind of hot; she started rubbing herself through her clothes as the two women destroyed the trans man.
* * *
“Wow. Do you think he learned his lesson?”
“Amy, you’re too nice.” Jaz went back over to his bag, pulling out the shaving cream and razor with a wicked grin. “I’m gonna shave that hairy bush, I’m tired of looking at it.”
She walked back over to where Sonny lay with his eyes closed, laying a few kicks into his side, prompting him to moan and cover his ribs. “Hear that, white boi? You’re gonna look like a little girl again when I’m done with you!”
She waved me over to hold Sonny down, although he seemed beyond the point of any resistance; he looked scared as Jaz squirted the shaving cream between his legs, shaking his head wordlessly, but I think we’d beaten and fucked the fight out of him. Jaz made sure the camera had a great view as she started shaving him, occasionally stopping to wipe any cream that stuck to her hand on Sonny’s chest.
“Ahh, that’s better,” Jaz giggled when she was done. “What a cute little pussy.” She gave it a playful slap, drawing a groan from Sonny. “Aww, poor baby. Are you a little sore? Well, we’re not done with you yet. Aw, no. There’s still one hole we haven’t used!” she cackled. “Amy, get behind him!”
I came up behind Sonny, pulling him up on all fours again. Jaz slid underneath him, positioning him under her dildo, grabbing his waist and slowly lowering him down on it. I squirted some lube onto his puckered brown hole and onto my dildo and then lined the tip of mine up with his asshole, savoring the moment for a second before pushing in. Sonny let out a long, low moan which turned into a wail of agony as I slid home; I gasped with delight as the clit stimulator pressed against my pleasure button.
Wordlessly we both went at Sonny, pounding him in both his holes as hard as we could from the start; I think he may have cum somewhere in there, but between his body shaking from each stroke my wife and I slammed home and his pathetic, mewling moans of pleasure, I can’t really say, and I guess in the end I don’t really care. I do know that Jaz came before I did, grunting louder and louder until she was howling, fucking Sonny even harder as she rode her climax, then falling back to the floor, limp, and I finished myself, going over the edge with a half dozen last strokes.
The three of us were left in a sweaty heap, Jaz flat on her back, Sonny laying on top of her, his massive, swollen clit still rubberbanded, the dildo still buried in his pussy; I was laying behind them, staring up at the ceiling and wondering how I kept getting myself into these situations. Jaz recovered first, throwing Sonny off her, getting up and going to the webcam, blowing it a kiss before grabbing it and smashing it on the floor. Jaz dragged him through the front door and literally threw him in the garbage, leaving him upside down in the trash can with the dildo still stuck in his pussy, feet sticking out the top of the barrel. I sure hope Cheryl got her money’s worth from the show; I know we sure did.