Since James and I were both seniors now, we had no real reason to even continue practicing with the team, as our season was over, and there was no nex... year for us on this team. There was on thing that kept us working with the team though, the Coach. Since our workouts were always high intensity, and the school weight room was pretty private, it wasn't uncommon at all for any of the guys to take off their shirts when they got too sweaty. It was basically just an extension of the locker room.. The boys seemed to be hell excited due to that fragrance.“Raise your arms more up. Stretch them out fully,” commanded the guy driving. I stretched out my hands as far out as possible. The crop top rose very very up now, almost everything of my upper body, including my bra. The crop top was sleeveless (of course, these guys did love my armpits a lot).This meant my armpits were mast fully exposed to anyone who even slightly peeped into the moving car. The guy in the driver’s seat was having. Within a week, he had been turned out as a jailhouse sissy and sold to a prison pimp named Charles, who renamed him Pretty Pinky. Having sex with men was not really a new thing for Keven-Jeanne, and after a few ass whippings from Charles - mainly for not bringing in enough money - Keven-Jeanne quickly learned how to get his hustle on to support his man. After 6 months, Keven-Jeanne was found guilty and remanded to state prison for 2 years. When he got upstate he already had a faggot "jacket" -. Beside her was King Ken wearing royal blue and Princess Sandra who sat between her parents in a royal red dress and heels."Nice to be allowed to come, Mistress Lesley." My father said as he bowed before the queen and kissed the Princess' hand. "Your daughter Sandra is as lovely as ever."I stood among the crowd starring at the handsome Prince Philips dress, in a white uniform and a golden slash across his chest. He bowed before Denise; whose tight red sweater and black pants were so tight that.