“If you wish, Master,” I replied, praying he wasn’t serious.
“You are finally learning Coach,” Troy said, patting my head. “You might be coachable yet.”
I laughed, as did he, as he said, “See you Saturday.”
“Yes, Master,” I nodded, not getting off my knees until he left the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror, a minute later, I wondered just how far I was willing to go to please Troy? When in the act of submission my obedience seemed to have no restrictions, yet after the fact such future acts were scary…my career and reputation at risk. Split-roasted? Being secretly used by members of my team? A whole fraternity of black cock?
What was becoming of me?
I called Ashley and said, “We need to talk.”
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