That was the question everyone at Alabama wondered.“Ms. Ruby likes it here.”Coach Wilson didn’t say he liked it here or that it was his lifelong...dream to coach Alabama football and he would never leave. He’d simply said his wife liked it here.Then I got it. Coach Wilson’s loyalty wasn’t to the University of Alabama as such. What made him tick was hard work in the form of the process he’d talked about. He could take that anywhere.When we left, I knew one thing for certain: Coach Wilson meant. Please, Cecil."Cecil put the pot to heat the water for his tea on the little dressing room hot plate I had been seeing him use for himself and for mom since I was a little girl.He silently went through all the steps to prepare our tea..This is a delicious tea. You need to let it steep for about eight or nine minutes. Don't drink it yet."Sylvia, when you think about me, what do I do for a living?''"A drummer?" Well, yes, A timekeeper. I manipulate time. That's what I do for a living. I Break it. Mom came near and sat beside me, asked “what happen?” I told her everything that happened and my mom too felt sorry about their situation. She then to make up my mood told me that as my father was not at home why not to have one round on the bed before our dinner till then my father shall be back home. So then we had sex and had dinner.The next day morning while going to the college I visited Rafiq’s shop. He then asked me that what my father was doing. I said he is a businessman. He asked me. Now Samantha and Nora were saved that public degradation and enjoyed their own private degradation and humiliation, these two would have been eaten alive by the Jocks and guys in Sports, both born sluts, now my slut's! I'd been reading about sex, Bondage and Humiliation online, these two were wired for BDSM. I'd always loved my sister and now for the last three years had lusted for her nubile, sexy little body and the same for Nora. I cupped a naked ass cheek on both, sweet. I ma plans they.