Our coaches ran Evan, Shawn and Hassan through a progression of passing routes while Zack and Glenn threw to them. Coach Burton sent me in to run a pr...gression of routes for Zack after that.I tried my absolute best to run precise routes for Zack. I didn't want my mistakes to make him look bad. We went through short and medium routes. Coach Adams told me to cut loose on the deep routes. I flew down the field on fly, flag and post routes. Zack hit me in stride on all of them. My friend threw. This was so real. She should be scared. Instead she was out of her head with lust. If she could have spoken, she’d have begged him to take her right there while his buddies held her arms, keeping her pinned to the floor of the van between them. She began moaning softly as he grabbed her tits possessively, cupping and squeezing them, leering at her before burying his face in her cleavage and running his tongue over her sternum and slowly over her ribs. He paused at her naval long enough to push. The well, just outside the doorway, was hard to see because it was still in shadow, but it wasn't much to look at, anyway. The horse, the four mules, the cow, a few chickens, and the hound made up the stock. The freshly planted garden rounded out the scene.Inside the house, Jim was getting ready to make the monthly trip into the town about fifteen miles away. Alice, who was about as pregnant as any woman could get, waddled around getting a substantial breakfast together. While she was about it,. I grabbed her tit hard. "Master! I won't tell you again, whore! The next time you fail to call me Master, I will make this last spanking look like a reward!" "Ow! Ow! Yes Master! Ow, I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry!" she said, stamping her foot as my fingers dug deep into her tit. "Get your face down on that desk and get ready for the fucking of your life, slut!" I said, pushing her down onto the desktop again. I pulled her arms behind her and held them at her sides with my own hands. This way I.