I could hear Tracy and Dwayne talking but couldn't make out the words because my head was buried so deep in Michael's lap. Michael had pulled me forwa...d, so that I was almost on my hands and knees with my ass in the air. "Nice, nice, yeah," he said, "keep working that mouth on me, yeah."I felt my sweats being tugged down. Two pairs of hands were on my legs, lifting one leg and then the other to get the sweats off me. Someone—Tracy, I could tell by her delicate hands—pushed my thighs open with. I like to take care of my girls."Jenny heard the bolt click in the door lock."I'm still a little weak," she said."I hope you're not coming down with mono or something," the coach said. He came over to the cot and felt Jenny's forehead."I think you might have a slight fever." I do?" Jenny opened her eyes, surprised to hear she might actually be sick."I don't think it's anything to worry about," the coach said. "But I'd better take your temperature."He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a. “Put the collar on, Gardenia!” She shook her head. I could feel Diane's eyes on us. “Bitches,” I snapped. Jordan and Akane gracefully rose and grabbed the girl. “Let me go,” she shouted, struggling in my bitches grasp. They hauled the struggling girl, her breasts bouncing nicely. My bitches were strong, they exercised daily, and they easily dragged her to the spanking bench and bent her over the hard wood. Gardenia yelled and spat as they pulled her arms into the leather cuffs attached to the. ‘Did worrying we might be caught make it extra-good for you, too?’ Dennis asked, as if he’d read her mind. ‘It sure did!’ Lois agreed. She slid off the table and felt a tickle as the juices he’d spewed into her began dribbling down the insides of her legs. She kissed Dennis softly. ‘I need to take another bath,’ she said, ‘thanks to you.’ ‘Want me to help?’ Dennis asked. ‘Seeing as how it’s my fault you need the bath.’ ‘I’ll be disappointed if you don’t help,’ Lois replied. Arms around each.