The woman with the paddle turned to face the crowd. She stood there quietly smiling and waving slightly while the slave made pitiful noises behind her... She seemed to be waiting for something. Finally the slave cried out, “Please! Finish me! Finish me! Make me cum!”The woman’s smile widened as her arm moved suddenly in a tennis backhand that brought the paddle down exactly across the needy slave’s ass cheeks. She then put the paddle back in place and walked backstage.The slave gave a very, very. My teacher! I kind of got used to it, but it’s still crazy!”“Look, Tim, is it better to have a bunch of naked old men staring and thinking God knows what, or is it better to have a bunch of middle-aged women admiring your nude body?” Leslie asked.“Oh well, yeah the first option is kind of creepy. But what if I date one of the women’s daughters and one of them ends up being my mother-in-law someday?”“Tim, you are overthinking this. All I am asking is for you to take your clothes off for a few. As things were, her mouth was busy holding Sonia’s dirty socks. The flavour of her feet kept intruding on her thoughts. She tried to forget about it and focus on her task, but it was difficult to ignore when her tongue was stuck to sweat-soaked soiled cotton. As she smelled the delicious food she worked on, all she could taste was the sock filth she had no choice but to swallow. Cooking made it even worse, as the scents made her salivate more intensely.Maya couldn’t call Sonia to let her know. It was one of the qualities that Ty liked most about Jake. The boy was abundle of contradictions."Of course," Ty quipped emphatically. The cocky, knowing grin remainedfixed on his face. There wasn't much of a gamble to Jake's gambling on Zenith Heights. Theoutcome was all but a forgone conclusion with Ty in the game. He wasall-conference, all-region and all-state, rushing for just over 200 yardsa game. Hell, Tyrone was an unstoppable engine of destruction with a football inhis hands. .