This drill is the one drill that my teams begged me to stop using atthe beginning of the season. The drill entailed that each dummy besupported by a p...ayer. Then one at a time a player must run full boreand tackle the dummy. Then get up and run to the other row and tacklesanother dummy and so forth till he has done it with all eight dummies.I could tell by the look on the faces of my team they were not lookingforward to what I had planned. I then announced, "You can see what Ihave set up. But I. As usual.I'm pretty much dry by now, so I throw the wet towel onto the pile of dirty linen on the floor and put on the scrub top. It's pretty short, barely covering my thighs, but it's all there is and I have to finish the evening rounds. Besides, who's going to see me, anyway? I tug at the bottom to pull it down a bit and the shoulder seam start to rip. I hope it'll stay together until my own clothes are done. But if it doesn't, who cares? What difference does it make if I finish rounds naked. It's only natural to be scared." Each time the girl stubbornly held on to her excuse. But her eyes never met Angique's; she just handed her Angelthorn, the riding crop, asking without a word to be punished.Angique often worried, but she put it aside whenever the girl sank into her arms again, soaked in sweat and totally spent from endless coming while her tits were tightly bound or her clit cruelly clamped. Angique could do nothing but kiss her and thank the fickle Goddess of Love for another. I used to, I used to want it all the time. I’m frightened David, I just don’t know what to expect,’ she explained, quietly sobbing. ‘What if it’s being caused by something like a cancer, or some horrible, terminal disease?’ she suggested, finally revealing her deep fear. I went over to her, and kneeling down, took her into my arms. She pulled me closer and put her head on my chest. I could feel the tears as they soaked into my shirt. ‘Amanda, if you are willing to try and find out what the.