While I was gone, he made a wager with Master Keith thatwould change my life completely.The guys had a fantasy football league going. I was now going ...o be theweekly prize. Whoever won each week would get to take me home and use mehowever he wanted. There would be no rules, nothing too kinky for me.Whoever won each week could do anything they wanted to me, and the mengot hard thinking up all of the depraved things that they would do tome.Now I had a job and was only serving Master Keith in the. ‘Now let me see… one tenth down, so that’s ten… two bits of non-regulation underwear, so that makes it twelve…’ ‘Sir, should you be doing this…?’ He brought the ruler down with a sharp crack on his palm. ‘That’s another two – one for questioning my judgment and one for making me hit my hand. Now, each time you feel the stroke, I want you to say “Thank you Sir”, do I make myself clear?’ She could barely stand, she was trembling so much but she managed to answer. ‘Yes Sir.’ Whack – the sting on. With a Champaign pop, she pulled her mouth off the twitching cylinder."You shouldn’t worry at your tender age. Besides, ummmm, you feel too good to stop right now. Relax, let me take care of this big boy.”Gary glared as his mother again eagerly slipped her mouth over his friends cock and resumed her blowjob."Such him, baby. That’s it, suck him good,” Gary heard his dad mumble. The lovers might have heard too except they were so preoccupied that soft mumblings would have sounded like their own. He rose to his feet and pulled on a nearby pair of pants, hurrying through the sterile corridors of the installation on his way to the entrance. He looked out of the porthole embedded in the reinforced metal door, squinting his eyes against the ceaseless torrent of snow, trying to make out the shape of a shuttle or the telltale flare of a thruster through the powder.He couldn’t see three feet in front of him, landing a shuttle in these winds would be dangerous enough, never mind the low.