Fuck. Yourself.”Another chuckle, “Here’s how you will be able to get free: it is now 3am, Saturday morning and if you can last from now until no...n on Sunday, I will let you go.”“And what’s the catch…asshole…”He coughed into his fist, “I will do my best, without actually having sex, to pleasure you. To give you the pain and pleasure you love to hate and that you so desperately need and want…until you ask me to…be your devoted Master.”“Lame. Oh, yeah, I forgot…you’re an asshole, too.”The smile. Teased me a bit about my haalat as a drunk man. She told she has week-off tomorrow and I could be relaxed of not getting disturbed in the middle of night. I was so drunk that I was fumbling with words. She helped me with my bag, watch purse and she even took off my shoes and socks. I went into bathroom, puked, washed and comeback wearing only my boxer shorts( I wear very small and loose boxers under my jeans).I was getting back my senses but was still unable to balance myself. She was waiting. Time.” Coach Alvarez was smiling from ear to ear, and Coach Barrett was nodding with him.“Well sure, Joe, we can see he is in great shape; but certainly he has a few hitches in his giddy up? For sure you gotta get some wrongness out of him,” Steve Van Cleave, another JV coach but he also serves as the linebacker coach for the varsity asked with his Texas twang peppering his voice. He sounded Texan to Texans.“Not much. Like he said this morning, he has never played football before, not even Pop. "Wait a second, do I hear moaning?" Yes, take my cock, Alli," I heard a guy let out. My eyes closed halfway, but then I slowly finished the path to the living room.I just lazily peeked right in there, and my eyes went on the couch. 'Oh, you beyond naughty young woman: you are letting some guy fuck you from behind. You are having sex in my house as you are supposed to be babysitting, you horny bitch. Good thing it is after Brad's bedtime. Otherwise, I'd probably be screaming already. Neither of.