With mounting apprehension, I did as he asked. I could hear him moving around the office, opening and closing drawers. He also opened what seemed like...doors. I only hoped that it wasn't the office door that led outside. I wondered how much he knew of BDSM, and if my punishment would involve it, but I strongly suspected that it would. He knew that I had used a "slave position", as he had called it. He even commented on my knowledge of it.A major part of me was excited by the prospect of. There was some curiosity of course, but I was able to answer the questions without causing the girls any further embarrassment.Saturday's run was more of a walk than anything. I would have them trot for a block and walk for two. I stayed behind them and talked encouragement the whole time.They were running at one point when we passed four guys sitting on a porch drinking beer and passing a joint. All four guys had long hair and wore torn jeans and T-shirts with anti-war slogans on them. "Give. As it happened a new coach was hired and we saw him during Monday at the gymnasium, he came in, one hand griping a basketball and another a large stick - hmm… he was in his 40s, tall and wide shoulders, heavy legs and strong chest - he was black with dark chocolate skin, his head was shaved and had a big black mustache under his lips, his eyes were small and dark “Ok boys, I’m your new coach,Matt, but you will call me by my nick name - Mato!” his voice was deep and throaty, it was commanding.. " I started to breathe harder. Mr. Savage started pushing deeper into my throat and looked into my eyes. I felt the nurse between my legs, she started to lick my pussy and fuck me with her fingers. She pushed the glass thermometer into my ass, deeply. The doctor had pulled a cart around with him. He continued to massage and examine my breasts. Both of them now. Alternating between the familiar motions I was used to in an exam to look for lumps and something much rougher. He started pulling hard.