There was a slight smile around her lips and her eyes. I searched for a fitting word for her facial expression and finally decided she looked serene. ...er posture seemed proud. How that could be after the trashing she received the previous evening was beyond me.As I made ‘wake up’ motions, her posture changed. She slumped a bit and looked down. She didn’t leave her position, though.During the day, I didn’t handle Bitch any different than usual. I fed and walked the dogs in the morning. The walk. In that soft tone of hers, the tone that she puts on when she wants something, she asked him to fuck her harder. I usually find it difficult to say no to such persuasive entreaties. And so did Carl!She also wanted him to fuck her deeper, judging by the way she had wrapped her legs around his waist, thereby making herself even more open for him. And Carl was doing his level best to fulfil her wishes. Fulfilling them to such an extent, I was concerned her delicate feminine flesh would get. Booth babes for other companies, Tyler guessed. He strode past them andwent into a stall on the far end of the bathroom.He set the box down on the toilet seat and cut through the tape withone of his long, manicured pink nails. Opening the flaps of the box,the first thing he noticed were two pairs of tall white boots with longzips above the heel. He took both pairs out of the box to get at therest of the contents - two tiny jewelry boxes and two flattened whiteoutfits with orange trim,. I looked forward to working with his dad.I continued working out at Temple with the four seniors preparing for our team's Pro Day on March 8th. I was getting good times on the 40 yard dash and the various cone drills. Chris Considine worked with me on my pass catching and route running. I spent some evenings over in Cherry hill, New Jersey at Pro Train's gym getting ready. I wanted to put on a good show for the scouts and coaches at Temple's and Penn State's Pro Days. Max Solomon thought it.