Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2018 21:45:48 +0000 (UTC) From: Brian Masters Subject: Caught Coach Part 3 Caught Coach Part Three By BrianMasters This is a continuation of one of myolder stories. As always please donate to Nifty to keep this great site going. Sara Winslow was on the floor under her dining room tablelistening to her 4 owners discuss her as if she were nothing but a toy to beplayed with until bored then discarded. Every morning after her husband leftfor work the girls would enter Sara's home as if they owned it the same waythey owned her. This had been going on for 3 weeks and showed no signs ofstopping any time soon. The girls enjoyed a healthy breakfast each morning andchatted over coffee as their slave crawled around under the table licking thepussy of whichever girl snapped her fingers. Sara was on her third circuit having licked each girl toorgasm several times. As she crawled toward Stacy to begin the humiliatingcircle again she winced at the pain in her tender breasts. No, she correctedherself, udders. Cows had udders not breasts. Sara was to think of herself asnothing but a worthless cow at all times and refer to herself in that manner orrisk severe punishment. As Sara crawled to Stacy and pushed her head between thegirl's thighs she let out a gentle sob when her udders pressed against Stacy'schair. As she did every morning, Sara had bound her udders painfully tight inaccordance with Stacy's rules. Sara had learned exactly how the girls liked tosee her drooping tits when they entered her house each morning and took greatpains to make sure her udders were decorated properly. A thin cord was used towrap around the base of each udder several times before making a figure eightconnecting the twin globes in an obscene tableau forcing the fleshy mounds topush out and firm up turning a rather delightful shade of purple before long.Twin alligator clamps were painfully connected to each of Sara's nipples andhanging from each of them was a weight that pulled the nipples painfully towardthe ground. To further humiliate the middle aged coach she was wearing aridiculous French maid costume she had been forced to purchase online. Theruffled skirt was laughably short and did little to hide Sara's barely coveredass. A bustier pushed the poor woman's abused udders up painfully keeping themon full display. She wore a silly ruffled maid's hat and little ruffled cuffsaround her wrists. Her legs were adorned with beautifully fashion forwardstockings, black with a seam running flawlessly up the backs of her legs. Ithad taken weeks of practice but Sara was now quite adept at walking in the 6inch stiletto heels she wore when serving her owners. Not that she spent muchtime on them as she was always on her knees. To complete her torment Sara had arather thick plug shoved in her ass. This never came out unless she was usingthe toilet or having something else forced in. The girls had started with amedium sized plug but now had Sara stretched out to a much larger size. Sarahad never been one for revealing undergarments but the thong she was forced towear at all times was riding up her ass crack pressing the butt plug into heraching hole relentlessly. Sara was just about to start licking Stacy's pussy for thefourth time this morning when the girl said, "I have to piss". Just that andnothing more. Sara moved quickly to seal her mouth against the cruel girl'spussy just in time to take in the first mouthful of acrid piss. This wasStacy's first piss of the morning and she'd been saving it for just thisoccasion. She knew how nasty that first morning pee smelled and imagined itmust taste just awful. She smiled at her friends as she emptied her bladderinto her coach the urinal. Sara swallowed until her stomach felt full and was relievedwhen Stacy finished. But she should have known her torment wasn't over as Rosesnapped her fingers and called out, "Here piss breath! Come get some more ofyour delicious breakfast". Sara crawled quickly to the mean girl and took herplace like a good toilet mouth should. Needless to say the poor abused coachdrank a belly full of piss from all four girls and was burping nasty pissbreath while the girls giggled and called her out from under the table. Sara crawled out and sat with her legs folded under her and herass on her heels. She kept her hands down at her side and her eyes focused onthe floor as she'd been taught. She sat that way next to Stacy's chair like apet dog waiting for a table scrap her eyes glistening with tears of shame. Stacy said, "We have a surprise for you today piss breath.We're taking you out on the town for some new decorations". Sara looked up in shock at the thought of going out in publicwith her tormentors and this act of rebellion earned her a slap across the facefrom Stacy who screamed. "What the fuck are you doing cunt? You don't look mein the eye ever! Turn around and get on your hands and knees you dried up oldwhore". Sara scrambled into the demanded position shaking with fear.She bent her face to the floor raising her plugged ass up to point at Stacy.Without leaving her chair, Stacy removed her well-worn sandal and began beatingSara's ass with it over and over. Sara kept her head down and whimpered quietly as her ownerabused her ass. Stacy was alternating between Sara's left and right ass cheeksswinging with all her might. The sound of the sandal striking Sara's delicateass flesh was like gunshots in the quiet kitchen. The other girls at the table stood up and moved around theirkneeling slave to get a better view of her punishment. They were all naked fromthe waist down and the room quickly took on the scent of several arousedpussies. The girls were all smiling while they watched their leader abuse themiddle aged coach. After almost 50 swats from the sandal, Stacy began to tireand handed the weapon to Rose who took over gleefully. Sara was crying openlynow, her tears pooling on the kitchen floor as Rose beat her ass harder thanStacy had. Rose had a cruel streak that scared Sara terribly. Rose kept beatingthe poor woman relishing the way her ass was changing colors. First a brightred and now a furious dark red almost purple already. The beating went on foranother 50 or so strokes before Stacy called a halt to it with a smile. Sara was shaking and desperately wanted to reach back andcaress her sore ass but knew better than to move an inch. The girls all wentback to their seats as Stacy began speaking as if nothing had happened. "So, we'll be going on a little adventure today slut, won'tthat be fun?" the awful girl said. Sara was sobbing and sniffling but knew enough to answer herowner so with a shaky voice she replied, "Yes Ma'am that sounds like fun". "Good" Stacy said, "Then it's settled. Go change into thatfun bikini we made you buy and hurry back here so we can get going. You canclean up the kitchen later. Or don't. I don't care either way. Let your husbandcome home and see it like this" the horrid girl said with a laugh. Sara crawled from the room and down the hall to the stairs.She stayed on her hands and knees and made her way up to her bedroom. Theabused older woman then took a minute to rub her sore ass sobbing as herdelicate touch made the stinging pain worse. She knew not to take too long or she would be punished soSara quickly shed the embarrassing maid's uniform and shuddered as she pickedup the even more humiliating bikini. It was awful. The girls had made her buy it online on eveningand Sara was deeply degraded by the awful swimsuit. The suit hardly covered anyskin at all which was exactly the point. It was a Bright Red, Halter, CagedBandage, G-string, Bikini that the girls had made her buy 2 sizes too small.Sara practically bulged out of it with her large breasts overfilling the cupsand her shaved crotch sucking in the material so that both her ass and pussywere on constant display, barely being covered at all. Sara wept as she dressedin the humiliating garment then dropped to her knees and began crawling back downstairsto see what horrors awaited her today. Sara found the girls in her living room relaxing on the couchand loveseat. When Stacy saw her pet crawling into the room she laughed at thehumiliated coach wearing a very revealing bathing suit and blushing furiously."Look at those flabby udders swing when she crawls" Stacy said, "They look likethey're going to pop out of that top any second now. What a pathetic cow wehave here girls". All four girls laughed at the spectacle of the crawling olderwoman and continued to mock her as Sara crawled over to Stacy and knelt like anobedient pet before her tormentor awaiting further instructions. "Shoes" was all Stacy said and Sara crawled to the foyer toretrieve the footwear of the four young women. She knew from experience exactlyhow to fetch her owner's shoes and picked up the first sneaker between her lipsand teeth carrying it while still crawling back to Stacy. Sara was intimatelyfamiliar with all of the girl's footwear and feet as she'd spent many hoursworshipping both. Sara looked up at Stacy like an eager little puppy beforecarefully placing the girl's shoe on the ground before her. She then bent downand kissed Stacy's right foot repeatedly 5 times before lifting the appendageand sliding on the proffered shoe. Sara carefully put her owner's foot into theshoe then tied the laces before kissing the shoe 5 times and saying, "Thank youMiss Stacy". The beaten coach then repeated the procedure with Stacy'sleft shoe moving on to give the same attention to all of the girls. It tookSara 8 trips to retrieve all of the girl's well-worn sneakers and even if shedidn't know them by sight, Sara was ashamed to realize she could identify whichshoes belonged to which girl by taste and smell. Such was her torment at havingserved as their foot slave for so long. Sara grimaced when the thought hit her,feet weren't the only parts of the girls she could identify by taste and smell.She shuddered at this image and knelt before her owners waiting for her nextorder. Stacy retrieved an old worn dog collar from the coffee tableand fastened it around her pet's neck fastening a leash to the metal ring onthe collar and then walking toward the front door ignoring Sara completely.Sara had no choice but to crawl after the girl to keep from being choked. Asshe started to crawl after Stacy Sara felt a sharp slap on her ass and yelpedin pain and surprise. She heard Kelly laugh then felt another hard slap to theopposite ass cheek this time from Lindsey. As the poor coach made the longcrawl out the front door, down the sidewalk, and across the driveway the threegirls behind her took turns smacking her ass as hard as they could for"motivation". When the group finally reached Sara's car the coach wascrying softly from the pain in her now red ass. She crawled into the back ofthe car as ordered and lay across the back seat face up. It was cramped andSara had to fold her legs in the lotus position to fit across the seat but shemanaged despite the pain she felt in her ass both from the beating and the everpresent butt plug. Stacy sat in the driver's seat with Kelly to her right whileRose and Lindsey took their place in the back seat sitting directly on top oftheir coach. Lindsey sat on the older woman's crotch while Rose took her perchon the poor woman's face. Sara was immediately aware of several things. First, her ownpain and discomfort at being used as a seat cushion bearing the weight of twofull grown college girls, and second, the strong odor of Rose's ass. Sara waspainfully aware that Rose had gone for a run this morning and had not botheredto shower afterward. The dank smell of sweat and unwashed ass was overwhelmingfor Sara and each breath brought a new torture for her. Sara felt the car begin to move and wondered how long this freshnew hell would last. She felt ever bump and turn the car made as the girlsbounced and squirmed on her abused body and face. Sara struggled to breatheunder Rose's smelly ass and wondered how things could possibly get worse. Of course the naïve coach found that out almost immediatelyas she felt a painful fire in her left nipple. It seemed the girls and chosentheir seats well as Sara's large breasts were open and available to them forthe entire ride. While one of the girls focused on pinching Sara's nipplesbetween her finger's nails one at a time, the other would then slap the tit notbeing pinched. They would then trade off so Sara was either having her nipplepinched cruelly or slapped harder and harder as the ride went on. Sara was shaking and crying in no time moaning up into Rose'sass with each new torment. Rose was smiling and joking with the other girlsabout the wonderful massage feature in her seat cushion. Sara could hear themuffled laughter of all four girls as she was slapped and pinched for theentire 45 minute ride. When the car finally stopped Sara almost cried out in reliefbut stopped herself as she realized the only reason they'd stopped was tointroduce her to a new form of torture. As the party exited the car they girls all laughed at thedisheveled appearance of their pet. Sara was a mess. Her hair was matted andmessed up like she'd just got out of bed. Her eyes were red from crying as washer face from the pressure of Rose's ass. Sara's nipples were both sticking outan inch or more from her heaving breasts as a result of the girl's new cargame. It took a moment for Sara to become oriented with hersurroundings and see was devastated to see she was standing on the street, inthe humiliating bikini, in front of a tattoo/piercing parlor. She shook herhead and began to cry pleading with Stacy to take her home. Stacy's only reply was to order Sara to her knees as shebegan walking toward the shop's front door. Knowing she had no choice, Sarasank to her knees and crawled across the sidewalk following her dominant,younger, owner. Luckily at this time of the morning there weren't any people onthe street so Sara was spared the embarrassment of being seen in such adegrading state. Upon entering the shop Sara noticed right away the only twopeople in attendance. One, a very large biker with a full beard and long grayhair who easily tipped the scale at 300 pounds. He was wearing a stained shirtwith some biker bar's logo on the front and old faded jeans covered in oil anddirt stains. The obligatory biker boots covered his feet completing the visionof white trash before Sara's eyes. The second person in the store was almost as large as thebiker. It was a woman of equal dirty looks to the man standing next to her infront of the counter. She also wore a black tshirt but hers was cut off toallow her enormous belly to hang free in the open air. Her breasts weregigantic and Sara had to force herself not to stare. The woman wore a pair ofdenim cut off shorts that were far too small for her immense girth. They clungto her hips like they were painted on and Sara could almost swear from herangle on her hands and knees that she saw curly hairs peeking out the leg holesof the shorts from the woman's crotch. She was wearing a pair of worn out brown cowboy boots thathad seen better days and when the woman saw Sara checking her out she said,"What the fuck are you looking at lady? I'm not the one crawling around on adog leash so mind your fucking manners". Sara mumbled an apology and averted her gaze choosing tostare at the floor instead of looking around the shop. The big man laughed and said, "So what can I do for youladies?" To which Stacy replied, "Well you see this bitch dog of ours?She's our Soccer coach and one day we caught her sniffing my panties in thelocker room. I mean what a disgusting perv right? So, since then we've beenteaching her a lesson. You know, teaching her where a perv like her belongs. Sowe were thinking she needs some jewelry and maybe a tattoo to show everyonewhat we already know about her. What do you think?" The big man laughed again and told them he didn't care at allas long as he got paid. That being settled the girls went to work trying todecide what "gifts" to bestow on Sara while the caught coach just trembled onthe floor too afraid to move or say anything in her defense. She knew it wouldbe useless to speak up as it would just earn her a severe punishment. The girls went to the back room with the big biker asking thelady whose name they learned was Ruth, to watch their pet for them. As Saraknelt on the dirty shop floor the large woman walked around her in circles makingtisking sounds and looking down at Sara with contempt. The woman called Sara a whore and a slut and told her no self-respectingwoman would allow herself to be used this way. She said Sara must be a weakdisgusting slut who deserved everything that was happening to her. Sara hadtears in her eyes hearing the woman's description of her and hung her head inshame. A sharp tug on her leash forced her head up and she saw thewoman turning around to attach the leash to a hook on the front of the counter.The woman had to bend over to reach the hook and the action pulled Sara's faceto within an inch of Ruth's large ass. As she finished tying the coach to thecounter, and before standing up again, Ruth let fly a tremendous fart right inSara's face. Ruth laughed and walked to the other side of the counterleaving Sara to fester in a cloud of her stinking gas. Poor Sara gagged at thesmell but could do nothing to rid herself of its torment. Just then the biker called out for Ruth to "bring the slutback here" so Ruth unhooked Sara and led the crawling captive to the back room. The girls were all smiling sinister grins when Sara enteredthe room and the poor woman cringed in fear of what awaited her. The big man,who was named Ed, grabbed Sara by the arm and lifted her into what looked likea combination of a barber's chair and a gynecologist's table. Ed quicklyfastened Sara's wrists to the arms of the chair and her ankles to the stirrupsspreading her legs open wide. Finally a strap was stretched across her foreheadsecuring her head to the chair allowing her no movement and no line of sight toher body. Stacy then removed Sara's bikini leaving the womanembarrassed and ashamed at being naked in front of Ed and Ruth. Seeing the redand swollen nipples on the bound woman made Ruth laugh and she flicked Sara'sleft nipple hard with her long fingernail causing Sara to cry out in pain. Ed wasted no time and moved in quickly on Sara with anominous looking gun in his hand. He squeezed her left tit forcing her nipple topoint out further and placed the gun against the painful nub. With practiced easehe clamped the gun down with a loud snap causing cries of pain from poor Sara. Withoutwaiting a second, Ed moved on to the right tit and with the same efficiencyquickly pierced Sara's other nipple. Sara was crying now and writhing in pain which only seemed toamuse the gathered crowd, all but Stacy who slapped Sara across the face andsaid, "Stop squirming cunt or this next part might get messy". Sara was terrified by that statement but knew enough tolisten so she forced herself to calm down and endure the pain while Ed wentback to work. The big biker reloaded the gun and moved down to Sara's wideopen pussy causing her to whimper like a frightened puppy. Ed was a rough manand did not work with any sensitivity as he grabbed Sara's clit between histhick fingers, pulled it out and pierced it quickly through the hood. Sara's reaction was immediate and violent. She screamed andthrashed in the chair, wracking sobs and cries of agony filling the small room.The girls all laughed at the spectacle she made of herself including Ruth whileEd only seemed to get aroused by Sara's torment. Ed quickly went about cleaning any blood from the wounds andwiping them down with a special antiseptic ointment to avoid infection beforemoving over to his work bench to gather more supplies. The pain from the throbbing in her nipples and pussy causedSara's eyes to close tightly but they flew open as she felt someonemanipulating her right breast. She tried to look down but the strap preventedher from moving her head. Ed asked, "Right here?" while holding something against Sara'sbreast and Sara heard Lindsey answer, "Yes, that's perfect"! Ed spent a few minutes in what Sara assumed was drawing onher tit the picked up another strange looking gun and went to work. Sara hadnever got a tattoo on her own but she was smart enough to know that's what washappening now. The pain was not as bad as the piercings but it still hurtenough to make the poor woman whimper. She was still smart enough, however, notto speak out as the look on Stacy's face dared her to do. Sara was frightened and humiliated. What were these terriblepeople doing to her body? A tattoo? This was unconscionable. They were treatingher like she really was nothing but their property, marking her and decoratingher as if she were a dorm room wall. Sara cried and sobbed the entire time Ed worked while thegirls all looked on in awe. They were fascinated by the job Ed was doing andloving the humiliation, panic, and fear in their slave's face. After 30 minutes or so, Ed stepped back and showed the girlshis finished work much to their amusement. Wasting no time he began to work onthe opposite tit doing much the same thing as before. This of course sent Sarainto new convulsions of sobbing which in turn made the girls laugh even harder. When Ed finished the second tattoo he moved down to the spacejust above Sara's pussy and began working on a third. Sara was inconsolable nowas she realized the girls were turning her into a freak. She desperately wantedto see what horror was being permanently affixed to her body and strained futilelyagainst her restraints. The third tattoo took just as long as the others had and whenhe finished it, Ed began the task of repositioning Sara. With the help of Ruthand the girls Sara was quickly unfastened and flipped over in the chair in sucha way that she never got a glimpse at her new modifications. She was now lying face down in the torture chair secured bythe same straps but in a way that forced her ass into the air and crushed herbreasts cruelly into the seat of the chair. Her breasts ached horribly from thepiercings and tattoos but she received no sympathy from her pitiful crying. Ed quickly began work on a fourth and final tat on the smallof Sara's back in what is known as the "tramp stamp" position. Sara was criedout at this point and had no more tears to shed but she still moaned and whinedin pain to the delight of her owners. Ed finally finished and treated and bandaged the final tattoojust as he had the others. Stacy dressed the still bound Sara back in herbikini then allowed Ed to release her from the chair. Sara slid from theungodly contraption and melted to the floor exhausted. As she lay on the floor sobbing Sara heard Stacy pay for thenew artwork with Sara's own credit card. Somehow this was almost as humiliatingas the artwork itself which Sara still had not seen. Sara moaned in pain and degradation when Stacy kicked herswiftly in the ass telling her to get up on her knees to give Ed his tip. Sara slowly climbed into position awaiting a new humiliation.Stacy leaned down to the older woman and said, "No crawl your skank ass overthere and give Ed a nice blowjob as a reward for doing such good work". Sara resignedly crawled to the big biker and knelt beforehim, her face just inches from his crotch. From here Sara could smell the man'sfoul stench and realized he probably hadn't bathed his crotch in at least aweek. With trembling hands Sara reached up and unbuttoned Ed's pants pullingthe jeans down to his knees. When she pulled down the man's stained tightywhities the smell that assaulted her was overwhelming. She had tears in hereyes as she tried to focus on the man's horrid cock. Ed was very well hung with a thick, meaty, 9 ½ inch cockhanging between his fat thighs. He was already hard which was a testament towhat sort of man he was, after all he got this erection from causing Sara painand embarrassment. At the urging of her owners, Sara moved in and gripping Ed'slarge cock in her delicate hand lifted the head to her lips and gave it anexperimental kiss. This earned her a slap in the head from Ed who told her, "Suckit whore, don't make out with it. I have other appointments to take care of sohurry the fuck up". Sara quickly took the offending organ into her mouth andbegan to move her head in and out while applying suction with her lips and tongue.She had rarely sucked any cock throughout her life finding it to be degradingand dirty but with the encouragement of Stacy and the girls she soon found her rhythmand was giving Ed a decent blowjob. This was of course not nearly enough for the girls as theywanted to torture their slave as much as possible so they offered Ruth a tip aswell. Stacy bent down and pulled Ed's belt from his pants then positioned Saraso that she was standing and bent at the waist sticking her ass out for all tosee. While Sara continued to work Ed's cock, Ruth began to thrashher ass with his belt. Sara screamed around Ed's cock but knew better than toremove her mouth from its task. Ruth was soon whipping Sara's ass with a vengeance as she hadtaken an immediate dislike to the whore. Each swipe from the belt caused Sarato scream which in turn vibrated her lips, tongue, and throat around Ed's cock.Ed was in heaven as was Ruth. This of course put poor Sara somewhere elseentirely. Ed grabbed hold of Sara's head and began fucking her facesavagely while Ruth beat the abused woman relentlessly. The four girls sat backin wonder and watched the proceedings with a sick sense of perversity. Sara was in agony but the cock in her mouth took up so muchof her attention she was unable to focus on the blinding pain in her ass. Shewas covered in sweat and shaking uncontrollably while being used by thesesadistic perverts. The thick cock jamming itself into her throat was causing hera new pain as Sara felt as though her throat were ripping. Stacy marveled atthe sight and pointed it out to the others. "Look at the cunt's throat! You cansee his cock making it bulge out every time he thrusts in"! This was exciting for Ed to hear and it pushed him over theedge. With a roar and a loud grunt he shot his thick load into the trappedcoach's throat. The first shot went directly down her pipe into her stomach butas he continued to cum, Ed pulled out a bit at a time and soon was shootingseveral roped of cum directly onto Sara's tongue. As he pulled out with a loudpop the last 2 strands of sticky ejaculate landed on Sara's face and hair. Ruth, tiring of beating the slave, gave one final strongstroke across the back of Sara's thighs before dropping the belt and steppingback exhausted. Sara collapsed to the ground as the four girls broke out inapplause and cheering for the show they'd just witnessed. Ed and Ruth bothlaughed and took an exaggerated bow to the amusement of their audience. "You girls bring that whore back any time you want. I'll eventhrow in a free piercing or tat next time" Ed said. Ruth added, "Hell yes, I'd love to get my hands on her again.Bring her by any time ladies". Stacy swore they would certainly be back as she clipped the leashto her doggy's collar giving it a sharp tug. Poor Sara slowly crawled up to herhands and knees and said, "Yes Miss Stacy, Thank you Miss Stacy, Please no moreMiss Stacy, I'll be a good doggy for you Miss Stacy". The collected group all laughed at the babbling coachlistening to her mantra ad she crawled after her owners out of the shop andonto the sidewalk. Several people stopped and stared at the sight of a grownwoman crawling behind a group of college girls like a pet dog. The woman wasdressed like a slut and looked as though she'd been fucked like a common streetwhore. The girls all piled into Sara's car but this time Rose drovewhile Kelly and Lindsey rode in the back. Stacy sat in the front passenger seatwith her slave dog on the floor between her legs. Sara had her face in Stacy'scrotch and licked her owner's pussy the entire ride back to her house. The girls got out of the car in Sara's driveway and toldtheir slave she'd better get into the house right away as they wanted to unveiltheir handy work before Sara's husband got home. Sara crawled into her house with Stacy pulling on her leashand crawled up the stairs following her owner up to her bedroom. Stacy and the girlsall sat on the bed and told Sara to take off the bikini but not to look down.Sara disrobed and stood nude before her tormentors while they giggled at her.Stacy stood up and began removing the bandages from Sara's tattoos and when shefinished she spun the beaten coach around to the full length mirror hanging onthe bedroom wall. Sara began crying again as soon as she saw the nightmare thather body had become. The first thing she noticed were the tattoos. They were soprominent that they could not be missed. The three tats she could see were almost identical. They weresoccer balls, one on each breast and one just above her pussy. Each one had anumber in it. On her right tit was Kelly's number 16, on the left was Lindsey'snumber 18. Just above her pussy she saw the soccer ball containing Stacy'snumber 1 and as the girls held up another mirror behind her Sara could make outan identical ball with Rose's number 69. The girls all laughed and Stacy said, "Now you're our numberone booster coach! You're our biggest fan! Thank you so much for supporting theteam". Sara was sobbing openly as the girls teased her and calledher their superfan. Through teary eyes Sara focused on the piercings and began tocry harder. Through each nipple was a thick ring about 2 inches in diameter.The same type of ring could be seen piercing her clit. Sara shook withhumiliation, pain, and misery as she looked at her new artwork. She was brought out of her reverie by Stacy saying, "Wellcunt, we have to go now. Give us all a kiss goodbye". Sara was in shock. She still had to cater to these cruelbitches after the way they'd ruined her body. She wanted to rage against them,she wanted to scream in their faces, she wanted to scratch their eyes out. Butshe did none of those things. Sara was a beaten woman and she knew it. So thecaught coach slowly dropped to her knees and crawled to Stacy first. Sara knew what a proper kiss goodbye was and crawled behind theyoung girl kissing her ass right between her cheeks. She repeated what thegirls called the "kiss of respect" on all four of her owners and watched themall leave the house laughing the whole way out. The older coach moved slowly to the bathroom to take a showerbefore her husband got home and cried for over an hour. Thanks forreading Part 3. Part 4 coming soon. Next up? Pedicures for everyone! As alwaysemail me and let me know what you think. Brianmasters67@yahoo.com Peace, Love,and Good Scotch!