Coach said this one would be longer and to focus on my breathing and my form. He would be right in front of me the whole time, but not to grab on to him until I absolutely had to. I sank down and he started the timer. (14/?)
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My eyes were level with Coach's waistband on his sweats and I swear I could smell his crotch from where I was. I don't know if it was the chastity, Coach, or the focus drug... But somehow I found it easier than last time to stay deep in that squat and feel the burn in my legs and glutes. (15/?)
Coach called "Time" and I came up for another break, breathing heavy and a little dazed. Coach said he was worried I might not make it the whole time on the last set, and I might slip,so he wanted me to hang on to the top of his waistband, just lightly enough to keep my balance. (16/?)
A quick water, another deep breath of the cleaner, and I went back down. This time things seemed to take forever. I felt really good at first, almost peaceful, but I could finally feel my legs start to shake. "Just a little longer," said Coach. I took deeper breathes. (16/?)
I think Coach was actually leaning towards me, almost pushing me off balance... I tried to stay upright. "Almost there..." all I could smell or see was Coach. All I could feel was my ass aching. I gripped Coach's waistband a little tighter, not sure how much longer I could stay bent over. (18/?)
And then I fell. The waistband slipped, and the weight I had been putting on it carried me with it, right into Coach's sweaty jockstrap covered crotch! I fell to my knees and tried to push myself off, but then I felt Coach put his hand on the back of my head, laugh, and HOLD ME THERE!
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