C or Ma’am. But by now many of the boys, teammates or friends of my sons, were calling me Joan or Joanie. After they had humped the hell out of me a...d left a big sticky load in me somewhere there wasn’t any need in being so formal anymore. Make sense?Craig laughed and told me that I might want to do something before they started tearing the bus apart. Coach laughed and informed me that we were getting close. Only two or two and a half hours left before we got there. I asked them if they were. She shuddered when she remembered what Sandra told her. It wasn't money she wanted, but sex. A female sex slave.They had made a deal. Victoria had until Henry turned six. She had to find a young girl - a pretty girl - and bring her to Sandra on a platter. Victoria chose the only girl she knew - her nanny. She had an expensive hidden surveillance system installed and left money and jewelry around the house - even under the cushions. She prayed every night for the little bitch to give into. I love to wear mini skirts that show off my long slender legs and firm, muscular thighs, with nothing on under them except for a skimpy g-string. I love to wear thin cotton blouses open to show a lot of cleavage. I never wear a bra. I haven’t worn a bra since my titties became big enough and firm enough to fill my blouses out without help. My mother, a very sexy lady in her own right, always told me as I was growing up, “if you have it, flaunt it,” and at forty, I still had it. People that. ‘Let’s use my car, and drive to the police station. This disk frightens the hell out of me, and the sooner we get rid of it, the happier I’ll be.’ ‘Hold on.’ Heavy Metal Thunder said, as he got up, and put a restraining hand on Matt’s shoulder. ‘We need to prepare before hand first, just incase we run into them again. Besides I’ve got to wait for my clothes to get out of the dryer first anyway.’ Turning around to face Heavy Metal Thunder Matt asked, ‘Okay, what do you suggest doing while we.