By the way, you know where the kitchen is if you get hungry.” I nodded. “Do you feel embarrassed about the way I look now?” she asked. “No,...no, but somehow… I need to help you. She gave me a weak smile and continued to examine the ceiling with her good eye. “Could you please bring me a glass of water?” she said. I stood up and hurried toward the kitchen. When I got back, I put the glass on a low table and sat beside her. Her body felt limp and surprisingly tender in my arms as I lifted. "Coach, can you make your way to my office?" "Sure, I'll be there in a few." "good we, have a few minutes until Coach gets here."He slid one finger under Tiffany's thong and pulled hit high up, causing it to pull tight up her pussy, then slapped her ass one more time. He then continued rubber her ass, making sure that his fingers delved deep into her ass crack and down to her pussy. He had just peeled her thong down to her knees when Coach Thomas walked in, with out knocking. "Coach, you are. Like I said, two abortions, drug and alcohol problems and three failed marriages; Merilee was a train wreck. And she showed up at Sam’s door two months ago. Sam took her in.Sam had two passions; sailing and golf. Sam also had a secret; he liked deviant sex. He had constructed a twenty by twenty room in his basement; his playroom. It was completely soundproofed with mirrored walls and ceiling. It was here Sam kept his toys.There were masks, gags and whips. It was furnished with a huge. We were watching people and the road going north; thank goodness most of the traffic was going south.We merged into I-15 north and it got a little interesting as we were working our way over. We watched as folks sped up to keep everyone out of the space in front of them, either out of stupidity or just being a jerk. I moved over to the number 5 lane because I knew the 1 and 2 lanes were going to go away in a mile. That left me in the number 3 lane and only one more lane to move to in order to.