First up, Nick Brassard of the opposing team. He skates down center of the ice, picks up the puck, he shoots...and misses! To my excitement, Rick was ...hosen for the next attempt. Again, he skates down center ice, picks up the puck, he shoots...and it's GOOD! The arena lit up with cheers and energy; Rick just won the game for us! He skates back to the bench, after celebrating with the team on the ice. And while I'm clapping, he says something to me. I read his lips and it was, "That was for. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he mumbled, I don’t think he expected me to hear it but I did. I felt my face getting even hotter and my panties getting even wetter. He walked in and closed the door, but I just stared at him and eventually asked, “What?”“What?” He looked back.“What’d you just say?” I could see his fingers wriggle in his pocket more.“What do you mean?” “Stop with the game, I heard what you said!”“Then what’d I say?”“Um...that I don’t have to if I didn’t want to..” After. ...at least you've done something right," shequipped.I blushed and sighed glad I had pleased her with something at last!"Now since I know what a little slut you are, always playing with yourclit.......and stuffing your sissy pussy. I have decided to lockeverything up, including your sissy pussy."I felt something cold and fat touch my pussy lips and then thanks to theprevious butt plug slip inside with little pain. Then I felt Mistressturning the key and knew instantly that it was the locking. ”His hand remained on her shoulder; the other touched herarm below the opposite shoulder and began to immediatelyslide down to her hand. Each section of skin tingledlike ice. He grasped her hand and brought it up… shefelt his breath on her neck as his head bent forward andkissed her open hand. She physically shuddered at thetouch of his lips and her knees seemed to buckleslightly.He felt her weakness and his arm reached down and aroundher waist to support her. His lips moved to her.