Woody spent the week reading everything he could about chess. He’d played before of course; he played regularly with friends, but it was a relaxatio..., a cerebral celebration rather than a life-and-death struggle to win. This was different, he told himself, this could affect several of the girls in their club for life. He told himself the cost of losing was far greater than the prize of winning and that was the incentive, but he wasn’t being entirely honest. His dreams told more of the truth,. Which wasn't all that bad, Eddie admitted; he didn't mind being stud to his sister and aunt, and they could ball themselves if either of them felt slighted. It wasn't as if everything was now coming to an end - as it might be, when Eddie and Linda had to go home. Thinking about the trip, Eddie knew he'd have to push his aunt into contacting somebody else.He found her tidying up the kitchen, looking terrific in a soft robe of pale green that clung to her hips and breasts and set off the bright. "Glenda gasped, as Professor Walker applied the paddle, "One, thank you Sir."Did your parents raise you to talk that way in school?" Walker asked."No sir." Whack, "Two, thank you Sir."Whack, "Oww, three, thank you Sir." Do you often use language like that, now that you're an adult?" he queried, with another swat.Whack, "No Sir. I was just tired of her telling everyone about how good her blowjobs are." You forgot to count," he said. "What number were we on." Shit, three Sir." Shit?" Walker. "I do believe she's beginning to enjoy it - our little kidnap and rape," the taller man said. "Yes, can I have a go on her first?" the smaller one asked. "No, I am," the taller man said with firmness in his voice, as the discussion was over. "Ok, Johnny," the other said. "You can get her to give you a blow job on you or something while I fuck her," he said. He turned his attention to her pretty face then leaned down and lightly pressed his lips on hers. He unbuckled his belt and undid his.