Our coach was a pretty strict and somewhat intimidating guy but as long as you stayed on his good side you had a pretty easy time. He was very muscula... and close to his 50s but was in better shape then most 30 year olds! It was a team joke on how much he liked to pat us boys on the ass and tell us good job but thats all the firther it really went because he had a beautiful wife and family and they seemed well off and happy together! As a couple weeks passed the attendance gradually declined and. M.. master.." Oh very good... very good." He puts down his cutlery and gives a slow handclap. "Well done... now.. hungry?" Yes.. Master," I whisper."Good.. good." He takes the fork from my place and impales it into one endof the sausage, so the other dangles slightly obscenely. "Open wide myslut.."Shamed I open my mouth and he slowly slides the sausage towards my openmouth, stopping, then pulling it back a little, so I'm lured into leaningforward, stretching for it, before it slides between my. I know my reaction was somehow wrong but lots of things had become irrelevant. I was helpless to object when she put her hands on my knees and pushed them apart. She then made the most amazing and agile dance move I’ve ever seen. She swooped low, almost out of my sight before, curving her body sinuously like a snake, her face rose between my knees. I felt her naked nipples rasp along my thighs as her face flowed past mine, close enough for me to feel the heat from her cheeks and smell the wine. But the place washuge. In the middle of the room was a glass container. It had somerubber-coated holes in various places. It was roughly four feet by fourfeet by seven feet. Each top corner had a spotlight on the insidepointing to the center floor. And the room itself had about ten camerasset up focused on the glass cube.She looked at me, "What does that have to do with me?" I smiled, "Come along, you'll see."We went into a side door, and I let her sit down. "Patricia, what do youknow about he.