The teams seemed to be evenly matched but it soon became a very bruising affair. Just before half time, we had a player sent off for punching an oppon...nt then early in the second half they had two sent off for kicking and spitting. It was not a good game. At the final whistle, we had won by two goals to one. There were no sporting handshakes.They were presented with a big silver trophy. The Madams were clearly delighted. Several minutes later the team was in the showers singing quite loudly. This G-string isn't very comfortable. Mind if I slip it off?”The pressure is certainly mounting.“No, I don't mind.” I take a deep breath. “As long as you don't block the TV again.”She stands a little to the side of the TV and flicks up the back of the babydoll. With both hands she slowly pushes the G-string down, and lets it fall to the floor. She flicks the back of the babydoll down and starts to bend forward.I catch my breath.Then she turns to the side and squats down to pick the G-string off. Master carefully keeps them from my view and he goes immediately to my pussy. “Now, one last lesson and we'll be done with this. Sadly.”He disappears from my sight once again. I tense up, wondering what form of hell Master will inflict on me next. But I don't have to wonder for long as I feel something being pressed into my pussy, stretching it. I moan in pleasure and feel something else being secured to my clit. I wonder what is going on, but am almost immediately rewarded with an answer as. She started to lie back on the bed, but then she moved over and told me to lie down beside her.I stretched out beside her and waited to see what she would want next.She pulled me a little closer and our breasts were touching gently. I had never felt another set of breasts against me like that before. It was surprisingly erotic. She looked at me and said softly, "I want you to make love to me. Kiss me all over, like a guy, or a lesbian or something. You know what I mean."I thought I did. I.