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The coach and the quite one, Ted, stayed to guard her. With just two of them, they decided they should bind her ankles with a foot and a half of nylon rope between them. Then they fused the knots with a lighter. In no time, Ted was buried in a book, a textbook from the look of it. This left the coach to entertain her, which meant what? She couldn't figure this guy. He humiliated her more then the others, hurt her at least as much, and yet he was the only one to show her the least kindness, as well.
"I told you to stop scratching", he snapped, lingering over his coffee, "It isn't sexy." Not sexy?! She had been eaten alive yesterday! She would go mad if she didn't scratch. He had her go and bathe. He used the top half of a plastic bottle as a funnel and filled first her pussy, then her ass full of cold water. The contents of her pussy she emptied into a large cooking pot which he informed her would be her lunch. He bathed as she applied makeup, then she warmed some water and he lay with his head in her lap as she shaved him. It's hard shaving a man's face.