Moaning quietly, he closed his eyes and smiled "Shit....I knew you would be good the first time I saw you but I had no idea...bitch you are going to b... a good little fuck toy for me." Finally coming to orgasm, he moaned out and thrusted one last time making the cum run down her throat and smiled a little "Like your new diet? That's what you're going to be eating if you don't behave from now on." Making her swallow it to the last drop, he watched it run over her chin and licked her chin then. I kept the thought down, though. Wherever we were going was clearly important to him. Susan could keep control, no matter how boring it sounded.We arrived at a big park, too late for the serious jogging crowd, but one of the old men playing boccie nudged his friend as I got out of the car. Troy bought us ice cream from a vendor’s wagon, then found us a bench by the duck pond. I sat next to him, wishing I’d worn a much shorter skirt so I could give passersby a glimpse of my panties, or take them. “It is a good question. Why should they suffer for you? Just say the words and this torment ends, not only for you but for them as well. Or do you think that somehow you are better than them? That your will is stronger?”The trainer goaded that woman. I didn’t care what her name was, or what her pride was, I just wanted her to say the damn words.“Fifteen strokes for each girl this time I think. Unless you say the words, now what is your name slave?”She finally said what the trainer wanted to. Practice was good. Coach split the team into two groups. The first group was comprised of the starting back line plus Hope, Katie, and Gracey and the starting O (Rhee, Heather, Jess, Jules, and me), with Coach overseeing the O going against the D for an hour in the north half of the field in a similar fashion to how I had run a practice on the premier team. Liya and Civia took the other 14 team members plus Emma Crewe to the south half and ran a similar O versus D, although they had some.