In the next room, the servers ran quietly, selected a file, and began to display it. At his desk, Charles Keatering watched as the forty inch monitor ...it up. The system worked perfectly. It should have. He had paid enough to install it. There she was, on the screen. She was being escorted by two male jailers. They were big men, big and black. She was such a slut. She was wearing one of those white prison suits with black stripes, and you could see her tits spilling out over the tight top.. It was an exercise in frustration – for me and for my teammates out at Michigan State.The score was 21-10 Michigan State when the teams went inside for halftime. It was so totally frustrating for me to watch. There wasn't a damn thing I could do to change the game.Tanner Riggs took the second half kickoff two yards into the end zone. Dave McCall waved for Tanner to return the ball instead of downing it. That was a bad decision. One of the gunners slipped though and tackled Tanner at our 16 yard. So whats this? Brad asked looking at the screens intently. Its just something I clicked on, I stamered. Do you want to try it? Brad asked not giving away any emotion in his tone. I said yes with a jubilant tone, not realising how desperate I must have sounded in that moment, but who goes first? Brad then said with a quiet confidience I think I should be allowed to do you first, after all, I wanked you off. I could not argue with that so with a begrudging reluctance I agreed and walked over to. Ron then made me shiver, asking me if I would like him to fuck me. I was unsure about taking on such a size of cock, but I knew I wanted him inside me. I tentatively agreed, Ron saying he would take it slow and lube me and him up well. He got out a bottle of slippy lube, sloshed some on his fingers then with his arm around me gently slid one finger into me, the slippy lube making it easy, then another finger, it felt really good and soon I was squelching on his fingers. At that moment Ron.