I pulled it down, tugging it. It didn’t help, it was still way shorter than anything I’d worn. “It looks fabulous, you know that. You look fabul...us, or rather you will when you’ve got your slap on!” Sophie giggled from the bed. My bed. She just wore a pair of panties.“You think?” I asked.“I know, though from this angle I can see your knickers!” She giggled again.I unhooked my bra, clearly I couldn’t wear one underneath. I re-adjusted the dress. It was clearly expensive, felt like it was. It was. She ran with him ever morning and every night. That in addition to the team workouts was the hardest he had ever trained in his life. She wanted him to run faster ever day. Yesterday’s time was yesterday’s time. Today’s had to be better. Tommy’s weight was now down to two hundred and ten pounds. No one on the team could run the forty yard dash as fast as Tommy. The Giants made it into the Super Bowl. Their rivals would be the Forty Niners. The first half was a defensive stand off. Each team. I swung back, a wide, full arc, and with a loud Crack! the leather connected with Jeff's backside. He howled and leapt at least a foot in the air. 'Jesus,' he groaned, hands busy trying to cool the fire. 'Okay, I've learned my lesson.' I tapped my foot, arms crossed. He sighed and bent over. Crack! He gasped, but stayed.Then a funny thing happened. I touched his backside - now a bright, angry red - with the paddle, then dropped it on the floor. 'This isn't what I want,' I said. 'Come on.' And I. As several people crowded into Stephanie’s small car, CJ volunteered to ride in the back seat on Alex’s lap. She felt Alex start to squirm as they rode to the party and assumed she may be making him uncomfortable as she sat on his lap, so she moved a bit to get more comfortable, and that is when she felt his hard cock pressing against her ass. She turned towards him with a knowing look and he raised his eyebrows as he shamelessly smiled, he shrugged his shoulders as if saying he couldn’t help.