Anything that could be known in advance was considered valuable.I had spent a little time in the intervening week learning the ins and outs of reading...weather charts and interpreting weather broadcasts. I got these skills from the minds of several willing and Awakened McKesson pilots. If I'd wanted to get flight certified the old fashioned way, they'd have made me do a lot of learning the old fashioned way too, but this bit of it I could have without it. I'd already had a more general interest. Then one day I saw some sexual and romantic texts on her phone. I kept an eye for a few more days and they continued.Eventually I tackled them both and they denied anything was happening. Rick said it was simply a bit of messing around it meant nothing. He promised it will stop. Anyway we remained friends but their texts and I later found out dinners did not stop and eventually we came to a head. Rick decided to break our friendship from than onwards. Me and Mona went on what our lives.However. Crack!The Minister's black hand flashed across Pamela's backside bringing up a pink streak to those sweet round cheeks."You little slut!" His voice thundered, Pamela shivered, tense and expectant. Waiting for another slap. It didn't come, and with a whimper she started working herself backwards to The Minister's grinning delight.Inch by inch she worked that black monster back into her bottom. Finally she had it all in, or almost all in. She wriggled even further backwards pressing her sweet. Winona's eyes opened wide and the color drained from her cheeks when she saw it. Rebecca said, "Now, come here and get over my knee." Winona didn't move. She just stared at her coach and her jaw dropped open. "If you want to be in the Olympics, you'll do what I say, Winona. My coach spanked me, and I'm going to spank you. Now come here." Winona nervously shuffled over to her coach and lowered herself over Rebecca's lap. "Now hold still, Winona. This is going to hurt, but you'll feel better..