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"What the hell is going on?!" a female voice yelled.

Randy looked over and saw Miss Phelps, the cheerleader sponsor coming in from the locker rooms. She wore black bicycle pants and a gray v-neck t-shirt. Her dark blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail. She was tall and athletic but average looking above the neck. She stormed over to where Randy was having a new girl go down on him.

"Explain this!"

"First, you explain why you aren't naked!" said Randy.

"What?!"

"All cheerleading coaches and sponsors must be naked during cheer practice. It's district policy, and the squad can be disqualified from cheering for one year!"

"I, Um...I..." Miss Phelps pulled off her shirt. "Fine, I just forgot, but what are you doing to my girls?!"

"They are my slaves. You just forgot that."

"Um, oh yeah," Said Miss Phelps as she reached around to undo her bra.

"But since you were so rude to their master, you must lay on your back while the girls take turns putting their bare feet over your face while you lick their soles. Do it now, or I'll get you fired!"

Miss Phelps was pulling off her pants. "OK, OK!" she said. She finished undressing and lay down.

"Slaves, if you have sucked my cock, have Miss Phelps there lick the bottom of one of your feet." Randy watched as the girls who had sucked on his cock already start to take off one shoe and sock. He felt as if he was about to cum.