My knees so far apart, my hands now behind me, pushing my body harder onto it. My hips squirming, rocking over that long glass toy deep within me, gri...ding upon it. My nighty covering my belly, my breasts seen above it, my pussy below it. My pussy lips part, my juices seeping from deep within me, leaking down to my rear hole. Pushing my body harder onto the toy, its head a hard reminder that it is not his throbbing cock. He stands there, muttering Oh yes… oh fuck yes.. Just like that… harder…. She couldn't turn away and she began to tremble."I ... I guess I wasn't very cooperative today. Maybe, that is, maybe I didn't listen very well, and I suppose I didn't work as hard as I should have..." her voice trailed off and tears started pouring down her cheeks. She started sobbing out loud and uncontrollably. He said nothing, looking at her with that unchanging expression."I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, Coach! Please give me another chance! I can do better, I will do better! Please give me. . or should I say Pamela?" She giggled for a second, but then continued. "Pamela, I think that somewhere, deep inside your subconscious, this is what you want. You want to be trapped. You want to be forced to labor in a menial secretary position being at 'Miss Peterson's' beck and call." No ... no, I don't!" Yes, you must. Why else would you sign all these documents? Why else would you willingly put yourself into such a financially subservient position? Why else would you maneuver yourself into. “We all had a really tough week. We deserve a little stress relief. Besides, you will enjoy it just like we will,” he added. We stared at each other for a moment. Bud and Steve were watching us, understanding nothing from our cryptic talk. “Okay,” I shrugged, “if that’s what you really want...” We had talked about gangbangs before but it was me who suggested it. I kind of teased him with the idea but we always ended up fucking so we never really decided on it. And now here we were, with.