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The Big redhead opened the door wearing a red, long-sleeve, zipper front shirt over faded blue jeans, and she was barefoot, with a red polish that matched her shirt, and her fingernails. Her nails were extended, but filed narrow to a point. And they were sharp. Sharp enough to slice paper. She felt they had to be for her line of work, both for any client who might be turned on by the feel of being stroked by her fingertips, or any wife that might coming looking for her. On this day, the latter was the case.

"Can I help you?", asked Red.

"My husband has an appointment with you. I'm keeping it for him".

"I see...well, then, won't you come in?"

The Wife said nothing as she rudely brushed by Red to walk into Red's spacious reception area, which was and empty with a wood paneled floor, except for two wooden chairs up against the wall opposite the entrance. The wife was wearing a long, black, windbreaker over a black, long-sleeve knit pullover and black dress pants. and a modest pair of black pumps. She was dressed for business, and spoiling for a fight.

"Can I take your coat?", asked Red, as she turned, only to see the Wife had already flung it half-way across the room to the floor, up against a wall. As Red came face-to-face with her, the Wife took her shoes off, by hand, and flung those to where her coat was. This revealed that she was wearing off-black, sheer-toe pantyhose, with toe-rings underneath, and black polish to match her fingernails.

"I guess I don't have to ask you why you're here, do I?", said Red.

"I guess you don't", answered the Wife.

"Listen, Sweetie", said Red, maintaining the quiet, almost soothing tone that she addressed her clients with. "Your not the first wife that's come calling on me, and I'm sure you won't be the last, so I'm going to warn you just once,...I am more than capable of handling you...So, why don't you put your shoes back on and run back home to a husband I know for a fact that you've been neglecting, because you do not want to do this".

The wife answered Red with a roundhouse slap to Red's face.

"Oh, my...I guess you do...", said Red, as she checked her lips for blood, and then unleashed the back of her hand across the Wife's face with a force so powerful, the Wife felt as though she'd been hit with a fist.

The Wife was stunned by the blow, and never saw Red coming as the B.B.W. slammed into her. She did, however, feel Red drive her backwards across the floor and throw her into a wall, follow up with a roundhouse slap across the Wife's face before and a grab of the Wife's hair, and those oh so sharp nails on her face. She retaliated with a grab of red's hair and slapping red in the face, raking at Red's cheeks with every slap...Red was relentless, however, and refused to let go of the wife's hair and face as she continued to squeeze harder and sink her nails deeper into the Wife's skin...The Wife changed tactics, then...She stopped slapping and grabbed hold of Red's zipper and pulled her blouse open just enough to get her hand inside of it, and used her nails to attack bra-less tit flesh...Red let out a high-pitched moan of pain and immediately dropped her hand to the Wife's tit, and began squeezing of her own...Red's nails were sharp enough to cut thru the Wife's blouse and bra, and almost immediately the Wife felt that same tit pain...

What followed was a battle of wills...The women continued to maul each other as they shuffled around the room, each with a handful of hair, each with a handful of tit flesh...They gripped each others hair so hard, their knuckles were white, and Red's bare feet, and the Wife's stocking feet, continually were littered with strands of red and brown hair...Meanwhile, their vice-like grips on each others tit flesh continued...They were both suffering white-hot pain, but they nary would let out a whimper...Neither woman would give the other the satisfaction of knowing how much pain...But they both knew instinctively anyway, and so they both dug in that much harder, for a seeming eternity,until neither of them could take any more, and at that point, the Fists came out.

When Red told the wife she was more than capable of handling her, she wasn't kidding, She moved with the quickness of a woman much smaller than her, but her punches carried her full weight behind them, but what she possessed in quickness and strength, she lacked in accuracy...Red's punches were bone-jarring, but she was not able to put together an effective enough combination to put the Wife down...

The Wife was no small woman in her own right...she maintained her form over the years through intensive gym workouts, four days a week...She had the conditioning she needed to stand toe-to-toe with the big girl...and yet she had sufficient weight to make her punches teeth rattling, and although she didn't hit as hard as Red, the Wife's punches were more accurate, and they landed on Red's face often enough to do what Red's punches could not do...the Wife's punches drew blood...but, although Reds nose was bleeding, and her mouth lips were cut open, her size enabled her to stand toe-to-toe with the Wife...

Neither woman would go down, but neither had the training necessary to swing her arms that often with that much force...At first their punches slowed, and then, they would stop swinging altogether...Their hair pulled every which way...the Wife's face a beet red...breathing heavy...they circled each other, eyes glaring with intermittent signs of pain...

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RED makes her worship her sexy feet completely, she has to deeply smell them, then kiss them, then suck on her toes and thoroughly lick and clean her smelly bare soles nice and slowly. She then has to kiss her sexy butt, and then lick her moist womanhood till she is completely satisfied and drained!!!