Brandon would have made a fortune."Well, anyway." Brandon turned scarlet and looked away. "That's why they teach it." Eh!" I snapped in his direction....He looked back at me. "You know this shit?"He blushed deeper.'Christ!' I thought to myself, 'This boy ain't submissive, he's a fuckin' doormat.'"Kinda," He said, "I mean, I'm passin' the class." Yeah? Who's class you in?" Um, yours, actually. I sit two rows behind you."I couldn't believe I never even noticed him before but I didn't dwell on it. I. Besides being GMs they are also the leaders for the Face and Heel Teams that they have for their little tournaments and contests that they set up and which they switch from team to team when they feel like it after each event. They love to gamble and play games with each other and set up interesting prizes and humiliations for the winners and the losers of each of their little games, which includes themselves as well as their teams.There are three sections to the website:Glory Hole Days: Come. No turning to Liz I raised my finger to my mouth indicating she should be silent and again offered to take her coat. Reluctantly she handed over her coat to reveal a tee shirt top and denim jeans; her top clearly showed the outline of quarter cup bra and I was a little disappointed that I could not make out a rough guide of the size of her tits.Now turning back to Liz; I spoke for the first time since they arrived and simply said "you must be Liz! I have heard so much about you and I can see. Arnold County was a year old, and he was its rather proud sheriff. He had walked into the rude summer kitchen, crudely put up by a non-carpenter, probably Lem Clagett himself, and there was the sprawled body, the dead woman. She looked like a girl. Slim, narrow hipped, her dark blonde hair fanned out above her face. He reached down and closed the eye he could see, and then he had looked at the bloody stump of her left arm. There wasn't much left, a very clean cut.What had he seen? He had helped.