The course was remarkably light on the inevitable bureaucratic nonsense that senior officers have to manage, and much more about getting the most you ...can out of the people working with you.Yes, I probably would have enjoyed working on Coach’s staff back in the day. He “got” it about this all being about leading people and team building. If we could have brought up Jack Welch, the famous CEO of General Electric to design all this, it wouldn’t have looked a whole lot different than what we were. The Masters would wear this weird looking target about six inches across with a row of red led lights all around it. It hung almost down to their belly buttons with a thin belt that went around them to keep it from flopping around. It looked like it was padded on the back to protect their stomachs when it was hit. If the ball hit the target, the lights lit up and an alarm went off. That meant that the Master or Mistress was out of the game. The slaves had a similar target, but we didnt wear. Tears were forming in his eyes. ?Five,? he whispered, almost inaudibly, choking back the tears.It wasn’t even a full five inches but I’d accomplished my mission. He was humiliated. ?You can’t expect to please a woman with that. That’s pathetic. You have no choice, you have to be transformed into a cross-dressing, sissy whore so you’ll never have to annoy women with your worthless attempt at fucking again. I’m going to make sure your pussy is your only source of sexual satisfaction. I’m. “On the count of three, one two three!” Together they dropped their towels and Dan’s eyes lit up.“Wow oh wow, do you three ever look so fucking sexy!” he exclaimed.“I love the fucking part,” Lisa grinned.“I bet you do!” Hanna teased her.Dan’s eyes drank in the natural, sensual looking beauty of Lisa, Hanna and Jennifer. Lisa was wearing a white string bikini, Hanna wore hot pink and Jenny also white. He eyed his three beauties with firm bodies quite similar, only age separating their.