Okay, now what?Emanuel rinsed off the soap. Imagine that I lean forward and kiss you as I reach for the soap. Lather yourself up, imagining that I’m...the one doing it.I think I’m starting to get it. You soap me up, lingering at my neck and shoulders. You make your way down to my breasts, gently and lovingly massaging the soap into them. You continue down, but avoid my pussy. Instead, you linger around my inner thighs and then make your way down to my ankles. Emanuel felt a pause. Am I doing. On one occasion we had been out in the cold in football strip and he was also taking us for PE that year. On returning to the changing rooms he told us we were all going in the showers. He had opened all the windows that sat above the dressing room and shower area and it felt like minus 6C in there. Into the showers we went and he stood and watched us all. By now we were all growing pubic hair and developing. When he told us to come out he checked us all to make sure we were clean. Two days. I checked e-mail again and there was nothing new, but the answers I sent had already been read.I used the house phone that was a multi-line thing with enough buttons to think you were on a spaceship. I called the LA office using the direct line to Kelly. “Hey, Kelly, how’s it going this first morning of my absence?”“We’re okay, but the news of what the company has done to you has filtered down to us and to all your former region offices. I’ve spoken to them all, and I mean all your Managers,. ” He got off the desk and I saw him putting on a rubber. Moe pulled out of my ass with a loud “pop” and peeled the condom off his dick. I was at least relieved that that meant he wasn’t coming back for seconds. For some inexplicable reason when John stepped up to my ass I grabbed the backs of my legs just above my knees and pulled them up so he could get to my asshole easier. I gritted my teeth and waited in dread for my ass to be torn asunder. He pushed in and said, “Yeah, nice. Still tight.