God, I hated the crap I had to go through for the NCAA. Technically, I wasn’t enrolled in college yet, so these rules shouldn’t even apply to me. ...t wasn’t like Dakora was a major donor or anything. It would be hard to find any relationship between them and sports, for that matter. It was just that Mr. Morris had everyone paranoid that the NCAA would darken our doorstep someday soon and question my amateurism.I thought about it for a minute and called Caryn again. I’d better pay for my mom’s. “I am. Are you warmed up yet? The girls can do better than your best so far.”Don’t you know to control your anger?In the next fifteen seconds, I had my five points, and only because of the low ranking in this competition for his discipline.If I did the five following matches quickly, I would have about an hour with the girls before they competed in one of the rings nearly non-stop. In that time, their brains had done as I hoped, and now what I had taught them overwrote what their sensei had. "Alright sister what's the hell is the deal here?" demanded Milton takenaback when his voice which he had intended to be an commanding barkcameout as a squeak, well, not a squeak but certainly higher that he hadaimed it. "Those crazy Luminous Temple people!" said the woman ignoring his demandand speaking a tone that seemed more to herself than him, "they saidthat SISTER would get you right on the ball with no fuss, come onsister, get with the game the shows about to start," the later. I tried to protest, but nothing came out, and a sharp stroke to my other cheek set it on fire too. Slap, slap, slap…the strokes came hard and fast. It burned and I was crying silently with tears flowing down my face. My ass was on fire but I was more humiliated to realize that the heat had moved between my legs to my pussy which was wet and swollen. He knew it too and in between slaps he started stroking my cunt, sliding a finger into me now and then. I was burning with embarrassment and.