“If you answer this next question correctly, I will allow you to cum right now.” I spanked her ass and asked, “Whose ass is this, slut?” “It...is my ass, Master.” “Wrong answer slut, your body belongs to me now.” I spanked her ass. “This is my ass.” I slapped her breasts through her shirt. “These are my tits. Your body is MINE!” “Yes Master, my body is yours. You control me,” she responded. “That is correct, slut and DO NOT forget that.” “May I cum now, Master?” “No, you answered incorrectly. Now. .” he began.Mr Howard spoke up. “Mr Denison is the coach. I’m just the staff observer. He’s in charge here.”“He must be a college student, then. A college student can’t be in charge...” Winters began.“He is. No one else is qualified to coach swimming.”“I’m still waiting, Mr Winters. Or, better, you could leave. I need to get back to the team,” Roger said mildly.“I’ll be back when your practice ends,” Winters huffed.“Be my guest, sir.”Roger beckoned Kevin over; Kevin wore a giant smirk on his. ..No longer distracted, Jen returned her attention to riding my husband's possibly-still-potent cock. I could see slickness around his shaft when she pulled up; she was so wet! David reached up and fondled her smaller breasts and she gasped, caressing his hands, urging him to squeeze harder. She bounced on him faster, more urgently.Ken's mouth found my nipples, and sucked them in greedily. I gasped, arching my back, and closed my eyes. Ken's thrusting was getting more insistent.I felt. “We’ll get out of your hair then. Terrence, Michael, get out of here.”All three helmsmen headed out of the room. Betsy struggled enough to manage to turn and wave just before the door closed leaving me with my officers and Lenore.“Two days,” I said with a sigh. “Level with me. Are we ready?”“No,” all three of my officers said.I nodded. “I thought the same. Let me hear why. Ensign White, you have been working with both the missile and railgun teams, but primarily with the missile teams the last.