”“No thanks! I am as straight as they come! He can do what he wants, but I’m not interested.”“Well, my pussy doesn’t care if it’s boy to...gue or girl tongue!”“Whatever!” I chuckled. “I need to get into the locker room to change.”“OK. See you when the scrimmage is done.”The scrimmage, or ‘friendly’ as Stash, our Polish forward who loved soccer, called it, was against St. Rita. We’d play them in our last game of the regular season in January, right before the city-wide tournament started. They. I got to my knees and adopted the position. Fortunately thestyle obstructed them from seeing us until they were right on top of usbut when they saw up I heard a gasp from the woman. I closed my eyesglowing bright red with the humiliated."Open your eyes..." she commanded, and then said to couple"Men! You have to show them their place" I could see the woman frown outof the corner of my eye as they hurried on"Perverts......indecent...." Was all I caught from the woman....I thinkthe man was. A short hallway exits the room, leading to a couple of doors. As she explores the room with her eyes, he guides her to the chair and urges her to sit. He asks if she's hungry and she responds with a yes, the only word she can say without stammering, feeling flustered at the way she feels. It's almost childish, disturbing that just laying eyes on this man can affect her so. He wanders to the kitchen and prepares her a sandwich, carefully laid out on a plate with some vegetables and a glass of. I had not allowed Shannon into the basement since I had stopped quizzing her, so, although she knew that I was building something, she did not know what it was. Somehow she knew better than to ask. On Friday morning I demanded a blowjob, knowing that I would need to have come to keep myself in control that afternoon. Shannon complied at once, as usual.She could tell that something was going on by my silence and moodiness that day, but she asked no questions. By midafternoon she was pretty.