"You're such a wimp," shesaid to no one in particular. She set the dryer down and rubbed some moisturizer on her face. She stillcouldn't believe that ...she was going to be a model, that she would be posingin front of a live audience and demonstrating products. She picked up the blowdryer and held it sideways in front of her and looked at herself in the mirror. "Thisis the Model XT2000, the leader in blow dryer technology!" she exclaimed,studying herself in the mirror. "Well," she said. Ellen felt Johns erect penis press down on her thigh and smiled to herself. As she placed her open palm on John’s bare bottom cheek her heart beat faster as the feeling of being in control grew. She rubbed John’s bottom a few times watching the back of his head. He stayed obediently across her lap and her confidence grew just as the flutters increasingly flew around her pussy. She raised her hand and brought her open palm down firmly to give John the first spank. The flutters increased in speed. “I have no idea what you are getting at, Sandy. I don’t tell Ron how to play football and he doesn’t tell me how to lead cheers. And what does any of this have to do with Ron and me ‘doing it’?” I asked trying to maintain eye contact with Sandy.“Well,” began Sandy, “There are ways that a cheerleader can motivate a football player that aren’t covered real well in cheer camp. I am talking about promising to give him a little if he does well and we win the Big Game.” Sandra had now finished drying. ..I guess this will have to be our little secret, Huh, Steven?''Mm Hm,' I replied as I continued working. 'Try not to move so much, OK?''Well, if I'm going to sit here in the sun I'll need more tanning lotion, right?' She was really pouring it on, trying to elicit a reaction from me. She grabbed the bottle and spread oil over almost every inch of her fantastice naked body. She even made a show of rubbing it into the strip of hair over her thin, pink pussy lips. She spent extra time applying it.