I ' m proud to say since Mr George instigatedhis Special Motivational Training methods on girls they are trying as hardas they should. Mr George now h...s a record of each girl ' s personal best time and at a trainingsession each girl is required to show improvement and beat it. If they failthey go on to Special Motivational Training for a class. At the start of aPE class which may for example consist of the girls running around the schoola dozen times. All the girls not on Special Motivational. One big guy walks up to meand says, "Come over here, bitch. Let me see that white ass". I go to himand he turns me around and starts to rub my ass so everyone can see. "Lookat that boy pussy! Gonna fuck that ass all night long. We got ourselvessome fun tonight, boys!" He smacks my ass a couple of times. Other men lookand laugh."Get me a beer, bitch." I go to the bar and get him a bottle of beer andhand it to him."You look like you need a drink too, bitch. Why don't you get one foryourself?" I. "I'll think about it..." Taylor said. "See you next week, Coach."Taylor headed back over to Emily and the girls and told them the reasonthat she'd called him over."It's not a bad idea to consider, truthfully, it's the only reason I'mdoing it," Mari said."And you really are good," Dayna said. "You're one of the most gracefulcheerleaders I've ever seen. Most newbies are still tripping over theirown feet at this point."Taylor blushed at the comment, distressed at how good he was an activitythat he. I relaxed again under her hands. Her fingers brushed down from my collarbones in ever larger circles. Suddenly her hands slid under the towel, just past my breasts, then up to my neck. I shivered."Are you all right?" Amelie asked calmly."Yes. Everything OK."She massaged my upper arms from shoulder to fingertips, then switched to my thighs. With a generous amount of oil, she worked on my legs and feet. It was like a warm, lazy sea sloshing over me...Suddenly Amelie's breath tickled my ear..