In his hand he has a long, sharp kourbash - a fearsome whip that I understand I will now get to taste.The pain is unbearable. I scream until I feel li...e my vocal cords are being ripped out of my throat, begging for mercy but the cruel lashes continue to rain over my bare skin with such intensity that blood splatters. Now the man is really taking his revenge on me for his sore testicles. He beats me far too hard and I lose consciousness several times. When I wake up the savage whipping. And the agony ofdefeat... the human drama of athletic competition... This is Jezebel'sWide World of Sports!Once we get to the parking lot of the sports complex that my competitionis at, Mistress Valerie is waiting for us in mother's luxury sportscoupe. Mother didn't want to get "busted" driving separately, becauseonly mother is going to my competition with me. I pull out all my gearfor my performance from the trunk. At the last minute, Mistress V, stillin her muddy soccer gear, decides to. And I'm glad your happy about it too," Connie said."Well yeah we are. Well anyone hungry now," Judy asked."Yes, I haven't eaten yet today and I made you some pancakes. Are you two hungry at all," Connie asked."Yes I could use some pizza," I replied."Damn you two and pizza. I thought you two would like turn into pizza growing up or some shit," Connie said."Now whose the smart ass," I asked.Then we all got up and got dressed. Then we went to the kitchen and got out a couple different pizzas for. ”I nodded and waved. The only good thing about all the dead bodies that Rachel Finklestein was leaving behind is that no one was alive to squeal on me. Then my curiosity got the better of me. With Roy gone, I was all alone on the street, so I snuck up to the Finklestein’s house and peaked through the front window.Rachel was on the couch, sitting upright but with a seductive posture, cleavage pouring out of her satin robe. Lisa was curled up against her, her eyes closed, stroking the older.