The first time I saw the effects of a bad day, Mistress came home, literally threw her greatcoat at me and snarled at me to, “Hang that up, and make...me a cup of coffee; filthy French tart!”Obediently, and with tears pricking at the corners of my eyes, I headed into the kitchen, where Mistress had a jar of real coffee, courtesy of her pet racketeer. I’d become accustomed to nice, kind Mistress, and not to being addressed so rudely, when I hadn’t done anything to deserve it. If I’d done. Sex for sex's sake never ended well for anyone involved, and she knew that what she had just done with Adams was 100 times worse.Sex for grades. It was like a bad porno plot in Sam's mind, but unlike what she had seen in the movies, this wasn't pleasant in the least and left her feeling even less satisfied than when she had started into class."That was pretty decent Miss Puckett. I'd say I need to re-grade your work…" his words came out so slimy that Sam honestly wondered what she ever saw in. She’s proven her worth in breaking down other team’s defenses.”I, and probably every other member of the team, turned immediately to look at Civia, whose eyes were wide, and whose face was reddening.“In fact,” Meka continued, “this would have been an ideal time to surprise Petaluma by putting her in the game and changing our M.O. I sure wish you were playing, Girl.”I glanced at Coach and saw her obviously change her mind about speaking and decide to wait on Civia’s response.Civia stammered for. You get me?”He needn’t have threatened to leave her. There was no way she was going to refuse him; all three of us knew that beforehand. Within seconds, she was in position, ready to be inseminated. Her face was buried in the bed sheets, with her butt perched high in the air, ready and willing to receive. Victor nestled up behind her, his throbbing black tool in hand. He rained down two hard smacks to her pale butt, making her squeal with shock. Her flesh rippled with the aftershock and she.