Who knows exactly how far we went. It was just the right time. Your words broke the night’s deep silence. ‘My feet are sore. Be a dear and rub the...?’ you asked. Without preamble you plopped to the sand, and I knelt in front of you. I lifted a foot, cradling the heel and achilles in my hands so that my thumbs could rub the sole of your foot, from the ball to heels.’ She tapped her foot. Smiling, I got onto the floor, kneeling, in front of her, slipping her shoe from her foot. Cradling her foot. I want water on that court tonight. I don't want you to foul anyone tonight. I don't want you to get fouled by anyone tonight. You are going to not be where the rocks are. And that light little ball, like a twig tossed in the stream is going to go with the flow—where the water goes."It was an elegant speech. I sure didn't expect it from Coach. Barry was scratching his head a little, but he'd integrated into the team well enough that he understood Coach's style and even he could get that he. Elizaveta appears to have decided to take matters into her own hands.”“And you had nothing to do with it?” I asked.“No. Remember, I said she was the best choice for you, even though she’s still young. But she’ll be sixteen by next Summer.”“I still find that problematic.”“And when you are eighty and she’s seventy-four?”I chuckled, “She said seventy and sixty-four.”“I would say, unless you have absolutely decided on Lara Sergeyevna, you should ask Elizaveta’s father for permission to court her,. The leather straps binding her wrists bite into her tender skin as she struggles to ease the ache in her arms. She asks herself why she is struggling, she wants this, and she asked Him if he would teach her to become a good submissive in the hope He would keep her. This is not what she imagined happening, being tied up in a cellar is not her idea of being taught anything and yet she trusts His judgment. She hears him enter and move around, she feels his hands on her breasts He asks if she.