I stood on the sideline with my teammates with a big smile as she sang when I felt a tap on my shoulder pads."Dude," Tom said. "Look at the scoreboard..."So I looked and saw Cody's video on the screen.It was shots of her intermixed with shots of me. There were action shots from last season. There was a shot of me and the team going through the stands after a home game. There was a shot of me hugging Cody after I handed my jersey up to her after the Gator Bowl. Suddenly the song made sense to me. ‘Sam, why don’t you take Mrs. Anderson for an extended lunch?’ Sam finally seemed to grasp a hold of reality, and his smile broke out as if he finally understood what was going on. ‘My pleasure,’ Sam answered while exiting the room. Erin suddenly got a premonition of something not being entirely right. Their grumpy and ill-tempered boss was smiling just like a cat when getting sight of a juicy meal. That was definitely a bad sign, she thought, and started retreating as casually as she could. . Sarah moved close to me and she rubbed my dick through my trousers. But she smiled at me, saying this time I should wait…She then got close to Anita and made her bend over the big armchair. My wife obeyed and Sarah then began licking my wife’s cunt from behind. She claimed that the fresh cum from Ana’s Black Master tasted too salty in her tongue.A moment later, my wife shivered and her body trembled. She moaned out loud and she came in Sarah’s red lips. Our neighbor smiled at me and I smiled. You are to only pleasure and not receive any until I say you may. Is that clear my beautiful slut?” A pitiful look crossed my face as I took the letter, sighed “Yes Sir,” and started to climb the stairs to the brothel entry. As nervous as I was I was incredibly aroused and excited. My Master had done a great job in getting me desperately in heat – taking my usual state of arousal to a completely different level. As I turned the rusty knob on the wooden door at the top of the stairs I felt.