Yes

Faith slaps you in the face. "Do you really think it's that easy to go back to the beginning?" she asks. holding your head between her hands. "Do you really think I care what you want?" Her hands let go of your face, and then she's punching you in the stomach. You bend forward, the wind knocked out of you, your head plunging towards those fabulous breasts of hers.

"No looking at these beauties for you, wimp!" Faith says, as she grabs your body, turning you around, your back now to her, as you still struggle to get your breath back. She grabs your wrists, holding them firmly behind you at your sides, and you feel those magnificent bare breasts of hers pushing into your back.

"You can't give up now," she tells you. "You've just hit a wall." She pushes you forwards, smashing your chest against the shower tiles. "And no matter how much it hurts," she pushes you again, your chest pounding against the wet ceramic, "you've got to keep going," your chest hits the wall once more but she talks over your cry of pain, "break on through to the other side." Once again she uses your chest as a battering ram, but it just cracks a few tiles. Is that the fifth time, you wonder, and are answered when she smashes you against the wall of the shower for a final time.

She lets go of you and you drop to the wet floor, your hand going to your aching chest while the warm water rains down on you.

"Or maybe the wall's just too tough for you," Faith says, looking down at you. She grabs some soap, lathering up her body, while you lie at her feet. "Guess we need to toughen you up," she says, while you look up at her young hot naked body; she moves her hands over it arousingly as the water pounds down on her, washing away the lather. "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger," she says, cracking her soapy knuckles, turning her attention back to you, ogling her from below.