There were two problems, his age and the fact that Curley and Huffman would like to see him go toe to toe trading punches. The age thing, there was no...hing we could do about that. The Finley fight hadn’t even given us a chance to see how much his stamina may have diminished. It hadn’t lasted long enough for him to be even lightly tested. As far as slugging it out, I would just keep repeating “box, don’t slug” over and over again to him like a mantra, hoping it would sink in.The training went. Up,” I commanded. Dejectedly he rose to his feet & turned his back to me. Would he never learn to give an answer without getting himself in more trouble? I do believe that his continual sissification was dumbing him down. He might very well end up an empty-headed, bimbo, maid & cocksucker, not that those aren’t useful commodities in my household. My latex cocktail dress prevented me from putting a knee in his back to pull in the laces. “Breathe in wimp,” I ordered. “Mistress, he gasped, “I am.”. When they’d finished eating he held Cherie and Melissa back as he sent the others off. They both watched as Red hurried back to the Marine pod, her enhanced bubble butt shimmying with each step. Cherie looked at him with guilt and uncertainty in her gaze.He took her hand and squeezed it. “You were never anything near as bad as her Cherie and that is not your pathway. I’ve been very happy with how you’re going and you should start being a bit happier with yourself. The past is gone. We all get a. As she entered she looked down at my shorts, a wet patch had appeared and I was still semi hard and I only hoped that she didn’t make assumptions.Now Mrs Duff was what I would call a typical school teacher, hair in a ponytail, glasses and very conservatively dressed in a knee length skirt and blouse, the bare legs threw me a bit. She was mid-thirties I would say and had a wedding ring, slim figure and she looked professional.She sat on the sofa opposite me, knees tightly together so not giving.