Lucky Old Guy Wrestling - London 34 - Roger's Relaxation Remedy Fallout 1 - Scissors, Facesitting, Female Domination

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London 34 - Roger's Relaxation Remedy Fallout 1 - Scissors, Facesitting, Female Domination

Roger's Relaxation Remedy Fallout 1 - Scissors, Facesitting, Female Domination



Roger's eyes widened as he saw the look of fury on London's face. He clutched his chest, feeling the weight of her disappointment and betrayal. He had promised her that he wouldn't involve any other women in their home without her consent, but he had gone ahead with his plans anyway. Now, she was standing before him, seething with anger and a determination to teach him a lesson he would never forget.



"You... you did this behind my back?" London's voice trembled with rage. "You brought another woman into our home while I was gone?"



Roger could only nod, his eyes filled with tears of regret. He knew he had made a huge mistake, and now he was paying the price. London strode towards him, her long legs moving with a purposeful stride. She grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, her icy glare boring into his soul.



"I trusted you, Roger," she said, her voice cold as ice. "I thought we were partners in this business. But you went behind my back, didn't you?"



Roger nodded again, unable to speak. He knew there was no way out of this situation. He had crossed London, and now he would pay the ultimate price.



London's eyes flashed with anger, and she drew back her hand, clenching it into a tight fist. Before Roger could react, she slammed it into his chest, sending him stumbling back against the wall. He gasped for breath, his heart pounding in his chest.



"That's for breaking my trust," she growled, her voice low and threatening. "Now, it's time for some punishment."



With that, London pulled out a pair of scissors from nowhere and advanced on Roger. He held up his hands in defense, but it was already too late. She pressed the scissors against his chest, and he felt a sharp stab of pain as she plunged them into his shirt. She repeated the process over and over again, each time piercing his skin with the deadly blades.



"This is for going behind my back," she said, her voice shaking with rage. "This is for disrespecting me and our relationship."



Roger whimpered in pain, his body shaking with fear. He had never experienced anything like this before, and he knew he couldn't take much more.



"Please, London," he begged. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."



London paused, considering his plea. She knew that Roger was genuinely sorry, but she also knew that he needed to learn his lesson. She pulled the scissors out of his shirt and stood tall before him, her eyes boring into his soul.



"You will never, ever disrespect me like that again," she said, her voice stern and unyielding. "Do you understand me?"



Roger nodded, his body trembling with fear. He knew that he had crossed a line, and there was no going back. He was at the mercy of London, and he would have to suffer the consequences.



"Good," London said, her voice softening slightly. "Because if you ever do anything like this again, it will be the last thing you ever do."



With that, London turned and walked away, leaving Roger to nurse his wounds and contemplate his fate. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake, and he would have to live with the consequences for the rest of his life.

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