A coach, who Cal later learned was the head coach, grabbed his arm and shouted at him "God dammit!! What were you doing?"Swatting the hand away, Cal, ...n an uncharacteristically belligerent gesture, stuck his face right in the coach's and shot back "I was doing my job! What the hell was he doing?" Sensing a couple of players converging on him, Cal darted back onto the field, passing a line judge who had come over to prevent an altercation.Thunderous boos resounded through the stadium, demanding. Seeing no movement I took my face close to her pussy and smelled it. My goodness, I could feel the aroma of fresh cum between her legs. I mildly touched her clit with my finger again pretending to cover her ass with blanket and she opened her legs a bit. I lubricated my finger with my saliva and pinched her pussy lips. She squeezed her legs and my hand got trapped in between. I kept rubbing her pussy with my wet fingers and tried to enter a finger in her pussy. She relaxed her muscles and my. I was scared but excited. I did want her to be dominant with me. The combination of fear and excitement was turning me on. My heart was beating fast and I had butterflies in my stomach as she kept staring patiently and intently. Finally, I managed to say, “Yes. Yes … I want … I want you to … To make me do things.”She nodded and slowly uncrossed and spread her legs, bending her knees so her feet were flat on the desk near her ass. Her dress covered her crotch, but she slowly began to lift it,. Her skin had been scraped, massaged and oiled. Her hair washed cut and styled. She had completed this routine at least a dozen times and it had become a comforting ritual before what might be a painful ordeal. However this time was different as every step in her preparation had been observed by a stranger. Nobody had bothered to tell Nell the woman's name or the reason for her presence. Nor would it have occurred to Nell to ask. The stranger was quality, that was clear enough. Her clothes.