Rajaji took off his own pajama and handed it to me to keep.Then he pulled Shara in an embrace and as shy Shara opened her lips to kiss him back he pul...ed at her brasisere adn puleld the straps down from ehr shoulders. He saw her milky breasts with fresh suck marks on it and smiling unhooked her brassiere and threw it in my direction without lookingf at me.Now I could see Shara dressed only in awhite petticoate in Rajaji;s embrace.His hands were kneading her buttocks and Shara was kissing him. "What did you say?" She screamed."I s-said no..." Oh, you said no? Too bad!" The girl whipped me again, three times fast across my red nipples. I screamed again, this time louder, begging for her to let me rest. I could feel them growing hard and aroused under all the pain. "Strip her, Julius, and I'll show her real pain." Oh, I will," Julius said. "But I'm gonna do it nice and slow."He took the cold, sharp point of the knife and started tracing the tip of my nipples with it, threatening to cut. Walsh was still in front of me, her blouse open, her big tits inches from my face. I tried shaking my head to clear it, but the image remained.“Is this really happening?” I asked, as she pulled my cock from pants.“Does it matter?” she asked.“Uh, I… I don’t know,” I said.“Let’s assume it’s real,” Dr. Walsh said, turning around, and bending over to show her panties beneath her skirt. Like the bra, they were navy blue, and a full bikini, rather than the skimpy red thong, but they were still sexy. “We felt like we were not going to be given a chance to play together as a team next year unless we elected to play JV ball, and even then we may not get to play as the team unit we are now. As a team, we felt like all we had worked for, and all we had accomplished this year, was about to go down the drain. We felt like we had played our last game together as a complete unit, and that was not acceptable to us.“I asked Coach Miller if there wasn’t a way we could challenge the varsity team to a.