She delivers him to work

"So where to?" Supreme Girl asked.

"Just take off and I'll tell you where to go," he answered back.

With a sigh she flew up into the air, grimacing at the feeling of his hands clamping even harder on her breasts.

"Do you have to hold them so hard?" she asked.

"What? Harder?" he bellowed in her ear, and his hands clenched even more.

"I said, not so hard!" she called back.

"Okay!" he yelled, and really sank his fingers in.

Jennifer groaned. People thought being super-strong was the same as being invulnerable, but from the bits of reading she'd **** herself to do that wasn't always the case. Some people just had super-strength, or just a bit of damage resistance or even regeneration. She had noticed that her metabolism had gone way up, but she'd always been a chicken about pain, so she'd avoided testing just how invulnerable she might - or might not - be.

"Gimme a sec. I need to look around, figure out where we are!" he bellowed in her ear. Did he seriously not realize she could hear him just fine? That he only needed to talk or even whisper? "Got it, go left!" he yelled, yanking hard on her left breast.

"Ow, not so hard!"

"What? Harder?" he yanked her left breast even harder than before.

Gritting her teeth Supreme Girl kept turning as long as he kept pulling.

"Onward!" he cried out, going so far as to smack her rear with his foot.

"This is so humiliating," Supreme Girl grumbled, but flew forward.

"Stop!" he yelled after about fifteen seconds, yanking both tits to their respective sides.

"Down?" she asked loudly.

"Down!" he yelled, heaving down on both breasts until she landed.

"Thank God," she breathed out.