Not happening. I haven’t had anything good happen in a hot tub since this whole Master PC thing happened,” I said, shaking my head. “Clothes sta...y on, gloves come off.”“Shit, Larry, don’t turn this into something ugly,” Doc said. “It’s been awesome of far.”“Doc, the ‘something ugly’ was brought to this paradise by you,” I said, easing out from under Holly and pulling on and zipping closed my shorts. Holly eased into the chair I just vacated, silently watching me closely. “You should have known. "Yes, Sir," we said in unison. We sat at our desks with our backs to each other. What was the purpose of the hearing? Obviously, it concerned our dancing with Marcy Cochran. But we had done nothing wrong. Still, the possibilities of being punished weighed heavily on my mind. I found it difficult to concentrate, thinking of what pleasure the Colonel would take in depriving me of playing football. I looked over Eddie's work and released him without asking him to continue his teenage love. The regulars even loved a gurl like me around. Actually they seemed to love it. Or atleast my ass alone. Daddy brought me in, introduced me to the bartender, got me the drink he likes me to love, gin and tonic, while holding onto my ass the whole time. 'Hey, Barry', Daddy said, ' my slut just won a thong for doing the right thing. What do you have to offer?'Barry smirked and looked me head to high heeled toe. 'Damn, endless tricks to let me lick that ass!''Sold!' Daddy proclaimed as he pushed. My longing to have this mysterious man’s hard cock in my mouth grew and grew. To have him empty his cum down my throat and leave without caring seemed an amazing idea. As it reached half past three, I decided I would go. But I would not be pushed around and made a slut; that I was sure of. It was too late to go now and yet my brain was riddled with doubt, an unusual fear of this man. I wondered why he wanted it blindfolded. Perhaps he was ugly; maybe even famous. Who knows? As I sat on the.