Dork.The office is rectangular in shape and I came in at the short lower side. To my left was his desk and assorted filing cabinets, bookshelves and s...orts memorabilia. At the other end of the room is a collection of whiteboards, graphs and charts. On the right there is a half wall topped with glass that separates the office from the coach's private gym. Between the desk and the gym sat a lone chair which I assumed was my seat for the duration of my interview.Coach acknowledged my presence and. I could feel the flush prickling my skin from my hairline to the upper slopes of my breasts. My heart was beating at an incredible rate and the sound of my blood rushing through my veins was nearly deafening.I stepped out of my slippers. I wasn't wearing my pantyhose. I removed them when I got home. I stood in before this ogre now in only my bra and panties. I knew that I was just prolonging the agony and increasing his enjoyment. But Christ this is hard!I reached behind my back and with great. It was pure white."... It doesn't bother you does it?" No... I-I mean... This is wrong... What if they find out?" Pfft. They won't know." She said with a couple friendly tugs."Please, stop..." Why? Both of us want to..." But do you know what you're saying?"She giggled. "I think you know too well what I'm saying." Why do you know these things anyway? Have you done anything like this before?" No. Call it 'Holiday Cheer' if you want." This is bad, real bad... I'm gonna be in deep shit for this...". At least in his case, the outcome wouldn’t be that bad.“What’s so funny?”She managed to sputter, “There’s no engine in the Mercedes Benz.”“What are you talking about? How would we go for a ride in it, if there’s no motor?” Ben asked.Almost as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he hit his forehead with his palm, as he realized that the ride wouldn’t involve the car moving anywhere. That was more than just a little innuendo. It was a blatant invitation.Recovering a bit, Betsy said, “I’m.