“So, Sir Brent,” Jess began, “how do you feel now about things?”Before he could answer, Jess reached down with her other hand and used a finge... to scoop up some residual cum leaking from his shrinking member. The finger went into her mouth and she sucked on it while waiting for his response.“Um, I, um, I don’t know...” he said uncertainly.Jess made a sad face.“Sir Brent, did we not do a good job? Perhaps you would have preferred that slave Aaron pleasure you?”“What?! NO!” Brent shouted. You. “No. I insist. We’re teammates, and teammates help each other in whatever ways they can.”I chimed in with, “I agree. Why don’t you drive us home immediately after practice, you could have lunch with us at ... my house and then go to the premier team’s practice pitch where we go after practice to ... well, practice? Oh, wait. There’s a regular pick-up game on that field on Mondays. We could do the school field on Monday, then our neighborhood on Tuesday. Would that work for you?”“Sure. We could. It was easy, I asked him about the places he had been in the service and it was many. All over the world, almost. It was actually very interesting, I didn't have to pretend to be interested.For several days, we would talk about all those places, we got very comfortable with each other and I would tell him how interesting his life was and how dull mine was in our small, one-horse town. He did agree that our town was small and somewhat rural, that it lacked excitement for a young girl growing up. Then one of the girls came in and we chated about what I wanted . I asked for the spreaders up against the patio window and humiliation. The deal was done I handed over my cash to Rita & the girl said strip off and she would be back in a few min's. I did so and was stripped off with a hard on when the guy came back in with my tea. He smiled and looked straight at my cock & started to talk to me, because of the place I did not mind and had a chat with him. Then the girl came back and he left she.