I mean word must get around among these fourteen and fifteen year old teenage teammembers that the private one on one sessions with the coach get pret...ypersonal. I had been introduced to the Japanese boys' teamcoach through aninternet connection who loved some of my stories. These guys were heavilyinto teenage humiliation, and so coaching a team of shyawkward boys of sensitive age was perfect for their games. You know how shyboys are abouttheir bodies and their blossoming sexuality. In Japan is. I inserted my hand into her gown and grabbed her full globes under the bra. That moment was perhaps the most ecstatic moment of my life until then. Her tight supple and fully grown breasts felt smooth and slippery. Her erect nipples were a joy to feel. I pinched one so hard that Bina let out an “Ouch” in muffled voice. I raised her gown over her head to take it off her. Bina complied to discard it in a corner of the room. The strapped bra was just a formality and I pushed it above to expose her. ” She parroted back to her. Again and again she repeated that phrase till the red head bitch was satisfied. “Good girl.” She stated and moved on to the next.When a girl resisted we were all slapped, the girl that resisted was slapped by the red headed bitch, the others the guard. Another wrong answer and we all received the belt.It was a quick and easy lesson to learn. Just swallow your pride and say the words. Say them twenty times and the whore moved on to the next girl…the next slave.We all. Suddenly a car pulled up to the curb. The driver rolled down the window and called to Ali."Hi are you Ali? My name is Sitara. I have come to take you to Tierra. Please hop in." But I don't understand I thought Tierra would be here." She is anxiously waiting for you and I promise to take you there with haste."Ali dismissed her better judgment and climbed into the car. She gripped the seat as the car sped away, she didn't mind, as she was anxious to get to Tierra as soon as possible."How is.