Right on the leather arm of the chair, next to her shoulder.She gasped. "What? Master!"I chuckled. It had been mean of me to tease her, really. "Just ...etting the feel for it, little thing. Now, hold on tight!"WhackIt sounded different on human skin. Sounded and felt quite, quite different. The pale line across her left buttock, just off horizontal, suddenly turned red, and she cried out aloud.Whack"Aaaaaaagh! Master, stop!"What? I frowned. Almost by itself, the crop whistled again.Whack"Oww .... Stars burst across my vision.“This is my promise to you!” I moaned through my orgasmic rapture. “I'm going to bless America with prosperity just like I'm blessing Katrina's womb with my futa-daughter!”Everyone was standing, cheering, screaming my name as my futa-cum spurted a final time into Katrina's convulsing snatch. Rapture and ecstasy filled me. It swirled through me. I swayed, so dazed as I drank in their thunderous applause while Katrina's pussy milked out every drop of my cum.My mind. . But Zeke also said, ‘just keep that big lummox out of my outfield!”“Really? That doesn’t sound like something Zeke would say.”“Naw. You’re right. He didn’t say that. I just made that last part up ... but I bet ol’ Zeke was thinking it!”It was big news the last week in September when Josh Brennan’s five-year contract was announced. The press wanted to know what Paul Warren thought about a player dictating how he would be used on the field -- and for five years at that.Paul Warren didn’t make. They had a nice little stockpile of materials at the ready, for when they were cleared to start working. Everything had to be shipped in, of course, and that took time. But, with the stockpile of items at the ready, they would not fall far behind schedule, it seemed.In the meantime, Talent Inc. was holding its meetings at a twice a month rate. The new Director was my Brenda, so we held meetings at my place. Tom transported everyone who was out of town or not close enough to drive.'Handy person,.