I'll tell the judges you're scratching." Traci glared at me, but I turned my back on her.When I turned back, Traci was at the end of the runway lookin... determined. I didn't smile no matter how much I wanted to. I signaled Traci to throw her new vault, then told the judges.This time Traci's run still reminded me of a bull moose, but a bull moose that wasn't going to get stopped by anything short of a bigger bull moose. Traci did a roundoff onto the springboard and exploded into the air. She. No simple jerk offs and stuff. Youwant that kind of money, we have to do something special to earn it. After all, I have to sell the crap we shoot. Better photos..hotter sessions...get youmore money. Howis that? I know you won't let any guys fuck you. You havealready told methat. I know you are not a faggot. But my customers getsick of just seeingyou masturbate or guys sucking on your dick. They needsomething more.So here. If you want the money, then we have to give themsomethingspecial. You. All the lights were closed, the interior of the house dark. He sighed in frustration and leaned against his car. Apparently, she didn’t wait for him to get home before going to sleep. Not that he blamed her with all the late nights he had been working. Come to think of it, he had been barely able to kiss her goodbye this morning. He gathered his bag and other documents and fumbled for his keys. He opened the door and reached out for the switch and blinked when the lights flickered. And blinked. My mother was given hard anal sex following her punishment. She did her best to take it quietly but, dad was bigger and she was pretty tight. My mother would be put on her stomach and that tight little hole of hers reamed good and hard. No matter how hard she tried to get out of it…sodomy was part of her punishment…hard, rough sodomy.So, when she was walking funny the next day and, had trouble sitting, we shared the same reasons for it. I would have, at any time before one of my punishment.