As Ed explained the procedure, Ellen saw Abner Honig hovering a respectful distance away, beaming with pride.Ellen was amazed that so many men had sac...ificed of their time and effort for the benefit of the students. Here, twelve men each had a student under their wing. Four more manned the skeet throwing equipment. Back at the shooting range, six more men each had a student. Ellen marveled at their commitment.Ellen turned and invited Abner into the conversation. He greeted her warmly, his. Methodically and with long pauses between blows he covered her ass in slaps. This was not a punishment but an expression of love, and trust. The warmth she had felt was replaced by heat… and his blows reverberated down to her wet and open sex causing her to be on the brink of release. At each pause in his spanking, she continued to hunch herself on his erect cock trying despite the impossible angle, to lodge it up inside her. Failing this she worked even harder at rubbing herself up and down. My personal security was en route, but they would be twenty hours away and even I didn’t have the manpower to take over a facility this size and neutralize its purpose. Not alone anyway. That was it. That was the element I was missing. In order for the puppet master to maintain control, he had to be in contact with the strings. No man could control the entire world’s population himself. Controlling hundreds was difficult enough. Controlling thousands took concentration. In order to. We were shaking our butts, and flaunting our bodies. Tracy and Brooke made their way over which helped equalize the count of my friends that were at the club. John eventually came up to us and introduced himself. Tracy replied, “My, my, you are cute. My name is Tracy. This is Brooke, and Suzy, and Jessie.” “Nice to meet you ladies, care to dance with us?” John asked. We quickly joined my group of male friends. I was really nervous that they would realize I was their male friend Jesse. However.