You try to back away from my powerful thrusts only to be met by the strength of my hands pushing you back down on my shaft. You try to cry out but yo...r screams are muffled by my meat filling your mouth. The tears well up in your eyes as you begin to realize how powerless you are to stop me. My hard cock relentlessly pushing its way deeper inside your mouth. You choke. You gag. You try to keep yourself from throwing up and find a way to keep breathing, but it's not easy as my cock. This is not some feel-good story about disadvantaged or at-risk inner city youth who are introduced to the sport of golf by a smart, all-powerful coach that takes the from the ghetto to the links. Ashboro-Semmes Regional did have some pupils that lived on the lower end of the socioeconomic scale. About 31% of its student body received free or reduced-price lunches. But, the school also had a significant number of k**s coming from household on the higher end of the scale. Coach Buggs’ varsity. He was bound to be a nearlyimpossible break." I'd feel better if I could've just knocked that attitude out of him. Evenif it had just been for a few minutes."Mistress Thompson got a concerned look on her face, which, Amanda, with herhead hung low, missed. "Attitude? After 6 weeks, he's still got anattitude? What kind of attitude?"Amanda shuffled a bit in place. "I'm not sure how to describe it. It'slike... he knows something. It's like no matter what I make him do, nomatter what force is used. He pulled back, turned and backed into the barn. To our right was a row of horse stalls. On the opposite end of the barn was a large loft covered in hay. Before us was a large round wooden spool. Attached to it were chains and cuffs. Turning around he forced me down face first, holding me down with just his weight, I was bent over the spool, legs almost dangling off the edge. While he was only a few inches taller than me, I hadn’t thought him to be so heavy. I pushed against him, I tried to.