Maria is standing by the doorway. She is wearing the strappy black heels. Her muscular brown legs are glistening with gel. Slowly she bends and positions a half gallon plastic milk jug by her feet. It makes gigantic industrial sounds. Then she steps on the thing and air rushes out, as if you were the flimsy thing and Martina was squishing the breath out of you. This idea is exciting to you, and you stiffen, watching and listening. She slowly and excruciatingly crushes the thing. Her calves bulge. You feel her power. There is no comparison between you and Maria. She knows you are weak. Weak and... Show more