Without saying anything, Jon moved over to a bush and took out a long, thin piece of tree branch, moved over to my side, off to my back a bit and with...one stroke, sent that branch across my back with a solid smack. I cried out in pain and shock as I felt that branch bite into my skin, searing pain coursing through me as I jerked my body forward. A second smack lashed across my back and again a second wave of pain went throughout my entire body. Once more I cried out loudly, "You like that. DAVID...DAVID...' I got so tired of hearing him call my name that I wished I could crawl into a hole and hide. As usual I was the lat team member to leave the field, I guess that the rest of the team felt sorry for me and showered and left before I arrived. Thankful that they were gone and that I didn't have to suck their dicks to day, I wondered into the shower area. I had lathered up and was just rinsing the soap off when two powerful hands gripped my chest from behind. I tried to struggle. Her goals are the same.You are two women learning together because that will absolutely be easierand more fun. Women are inherently sensual. You are an artist in givingand receiving pleasure. Males are in a different league. Most males areeasy to excite but difficult to train as great long term erotic partners.We will get to males in all good time. This week is about you and the firstorder of business is having you learn absolutely everything possible aboutwhat arouses, excites, and really. ‘Probably just old man Olaffsen. What’s he gonna do?’ It was true that the music teacher’s face was lined and his crew cut was iron grey. But his posture was ramrod straight, he never hunched or slouched, even when seated behind his drums. Despite the years, his demeanor still held a devildog snap. The boys would never dare to jeer to his face. * * * Allison jumped on her bike and sped toward the warm yellow lights of home. Her dad would be cooking, and after that, her friend David Hemingway.