(GMC) He held a responsible job. He was a very dominant, in the sense of job responsibilities and very aggressive at his work, where as my mother was ...ubmissive and a housewife. Because of my fathers job, he worked constant hours and I did not see him as much as my Mother. My father worked a many weekends and I probably only saw him a few times a month. My Mother hardly ever disciplined me as a c***d; it all came from my Father. Because I rarely saw my Father and because discipline came from. Now the tables were about to turn. John grinned his usual goofy, sheepish grin as he approached Sandy and her Coach."How would you like her, son," Sandy's Principal asked John Berman."I... I dunno," the young man answered."Very well then, I'll decide. I think we will begin with a rear entry. Miss Winters get on your hands and knees and face the audience."Sandy knowing she would be severely reprimanded should she even think of objecting did as she was told."Go ahead, son. She's all yours. Let's. But if wewould do it in front of a camera or in front of a nice rich gentleman,we will get some real money." Real money?" Not too much. But if we will not only play with each other but alsoshare a cock than it will be some real money."She grabbed one of my breasts and gently squeezed it. "You are atalented girl, Linda. With such talent," she squeezed my breast again,"you can even pay your tuition. Instead of wasting your talent on apoor loser you can use it to become free and powerful."Later we. I knew it wouldn't take her much longer. For a brief moment I thought about slowing down, but then her legs wrapped around my body. I could feel her legs and feet against my ass. Her body didn't want me to stop, so I continued on, giving her exactly what she wanted."Mmmmm.. Only sluts like hard and fast pussy poundings you know?" I teasingly told her while still thrusting myself into her like a feral beast."Oh baby! If I’m a slut...IM YOUR SLUT Only... Mmmm.. FUCK!! I’m so Close!" She.