“Hey scat back, Are you ready for some football?” he laughed.“I sure am, and we’d better make a run for it or Coach will kick us off the team ...efore the first game.”We hauled ass as fast as we could pedal our bikes and got there in plenty of time to get our lockers, two jerseys each, one for practice, one a game jersey.Both with the school logo on them, but no number yet. We got some practice shorts and some t-shirts also with our school logo.I asked Ben if he had a chance to get into town and. I entered the reception area where I found a woman dressed in a business suit behind a desk. Facing her on her left was a naked man with his legs spread and his hands behind his head wearing a green collar around his neck. "Who are you?" she snapped without looking up from the forms she was filling out."I'm Jim Brodie," I said.She looked up and glared at me. The proper reply is, "I am slave Jim Brodie, Mistress."She stretched a paper out at me. "Read and sign this, slave, or leave immediately.". As it was summer time it got very hot in the shop and one day the lady in question came to work in a very loose top with obviously no bra on and the shortest shorts ever. Needless to say sales were great that day and a lot of guys opted to eat in.Again break time came and sure enough she came to join me. Before she sat down she leaned over the table to reach the salt pot, as she did there they were 2 of the most gorgeous tits I had ever seen, well the first actually but whos counting. I. I was on my way back from my home town which is around 400Kms away from Bangalore. It was a lonely drive cruising at 120 Kms per hour and the roads leading to Bangalore was excellent. Listing to some of the latest DJ mixes was enjoying the drive. The mode was tripping and I was startled by my cell phone ring and the number on the screen was unknown to me. I picked up the call only to get disconnected due to weak network coverage. I drove on without bothering to call back and see who it was and.