.. Yeah ... Fuck me, Coach ... Fuck my ass!" I said in between gasps and breaths and groans.I could hardly believe I was begging a man to fuck me, say...ng words like that. I was only in the 8th grade! But there I was, being totally used by a man older than my daddy, feeling his hot hard dick jammed into my hungry asshole. I was a boy for him and I wish I'd brought my strap-on! Next time, I promised myself, next time I'd have it just so I could see it and know I was a boy like Coach said I was.. Latest music system, my computer (and my porn stash, which I’ll be using a lot I guess ) it’s mostly glass exterior gives me an advantage of viewing everything outside from inside but no one can see anything inside. Right next to it is Swetha’s accommodations. A housing board style apartment. These two buildings are close together, facing the forest. Don’t worry we don’t get animal trouble. A stones throw away is the worker’s accommodation. Then acres and acres of plantations. Did I mention. I had a regular girlfriend for dates and such but she couldn’t compare with Cunnie in bed, possibly because she hadn’t fucked a fraction that the housewife had. This somewhat older married hottie loved to talk about her adventures as we screwed to get me up again. I knew that on Saturday’s I might be getting seconds or even thirds and/or lubing her up for some other guy. Didn’t matter to me. Her pussy was always the finest place to put my dick.Early on I asked her why she was fucking me since. This department is about to undergo a big change and there will be a lot of shakeups and firings 'till it's straightened out so it runs smooth. By the way, I want to look at the itemized list of everything in this room and what its status case wise is. From the looks of this mess, it's time to start cleaning all the outdated junk out of here so there is better control and shelf room." I couldn't agree more. The old sheriff went through everything once every two years and had an auction of all.