I could feel her tight muscles begin to soften under my touch. I worked my way up to her shoulders, digging my knuckles into her traps. Chelsea moan...d just like her mom did. That made me feel a little better. I worked around her bikini straps, but they kept getting in the way of the areas I need to work. As I worked her glutes, she had a few knots, I told her if she felt comfortable enough, she could go with out it during her next massage, to which she grunted. She was just like her mom. . It was now weekend, so I spent all Saturday practising to dance. I mustadmit I was having great fun. I decided to sing and to do a bit of tapdancing. I danced before a mirror and sang. Then I looked at the film ofhow it was done there, and I tried again. My mom looked at my practiceand said that it was not good enough yet. My mom smiled and accused meof being a perfectionist.I was not happy with my performance or the way I was. I looked at thevideo and I was just as good. Why was I not. ” His comment received guarded laughs from the players.Coach Stanton continued. “In discussions with Coach Williams, Coach Benson, and General Manager Peterson, your new coach for the forwards during the next three games is going to be ... Brad Hayward and I’ll coach the defensemen.”A hush fell over the room, and Brad felt his face turn crimson with embarrassment. “Hayward? Why Hayward?” A voice questioned the decision.“Don’t you have anyone else to use instead of Hayward?” Another asked.“What. A very common sight when she’s across the paladin’s knees, and a part of her is grateful that she’s being given the same lovingly firm treatment even though she hasn’t technically don’t anything wrong to warrant it.A larger part, however, is caught up wishing the fiery throbbing spreading across her hindquarters had been lessened a little, so she could enjoy the aftermath without the true peak.“Gah, fu- ow ow ow! Owwww!” Tasha babbles her way through the spanking, earning little more than a.