It was a gay club. We didn’t give Coach a chanceto figure it out and hustled him to the Men’s room in the back. I picked thetwo biggest ...uys I could find and hoped their “tools” were big too. “Do you want us Coach? I whispered to him.”“Hmm? do you want all three of us fucking and sucking you till your bod goesinto meltdown?”“Huh, baby. Tell me. I want to hear it. Tell me how much while I rub mytits in your face. No touching though. . I got a thrill seeing the woman making the youngster bob over a man’s erection. Doing such a shocking act alone was one thing; having a woman watch you do it was something else entirely. There was something exciting about being exposed. I was too shocked to move; too fascinated to look away. Mr. Cooper pointed at the screen, saying, "That's what that guy outside wanted you to do on him, to suck his prick like that lady. Now do you understand?"I turned to him and said casually, "Oh, I get. She was wearing a longish blue skirt to about her knees and a white blouse opened a bit too far for youth group at church. It was exposing the ample, young cleavage of her 34C chest. She was a definite looker with her blonde hair, standing about five-feet-five-inches, and all of one-hundred-and-fifteen-pounds. Her waist looked thin in the skirt and it rode up a bit as we sat in my room chatting.It hadn't even dawned on me yet as to her true purpose but I was definitely getting hard while. She seemed to be in her forties, always wore a severe grey business suit that was far from flattering, kept her hair in a tight bun, and never wore any make up. She had nodded her head sagely, when Marjorie commented that young people needed a greater sense of discipline in their lives. Kenneth was required to come to the office after leaving school, so that he could get on with his homework in a quiet corner. He then got a lift home with his mother. He could easily have made his own way home,.