*****"Damn, Damn, Damn! " I muttered as I walked home. "I have to join a sports team... Damn!" There was a reason I never tried out for the school tea...s... Well two reasons really. I didn't like sports, and I was no good at sports. Here I was just past my 17th birthday and I was only 5 feet 6 inches tall, and 145 lbs. soaking wet! Sure, I was at the top of my class in applied magic, but that would not help. Thought I was SOOO smart faking that morph-lock a couple years ago to get me out of gym. We met at the gym last night after his shift. I gave him one last chance to change his attitude. I told him that once we got into the ring that I would not show him any mercy. To make a long story short, it took less than two rounds for me to thoroughly kick his ass; he’s a street fighter not a trained boxer. I left him flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. I told him he could pick up his stuff today and to leave his key on the kitchen table.”“Michelle, you can’t keep doing this. A. She wondered how she could play Amber into the scene. She looked for her and saw that she was untying Emily.She suddenly felt Eric go rigid, his cock deep inside her. It felt like he was trying to lift her up with it, pulling upwards against the anchor of the Prof's cock in her pussy.The Prof pulled out, and as Riley turned she saw that Emily had crooked her leg around Eric's neck and was crushing his throat between her thighs. His face turned red as he clawed at her, but no way was she going. I thanked him for it and proceeded to reach into the bag again. This being the last piece in the bag I wrapped my hand around it and pulled it straight out. I felt the size and the weight of it. Not sure what it was, it stumped me. I felt it up as well as the shape. I couldn’t figure it out. Finally, Michael told me to pull the blindfold off and as my eyes adjusted, it turned out to be a leg spreader bar. I had talked about getting one of those before but never really went out of my way to get.