The clenching brought, as I knew it would, a little trickle into my panties."Keep your hand away, Susan, you've done so well denying yourself so far,�...� I reprimanded myself. Ignoring the criticism for a while, I allowed myself a few moments of pleasure by pressing by mound against the corner of the washing machine and sitting astride the arm of a chair.Once my chores were done, I relaxed on the sofa to let the music wash over me. Then she returned her relentless onslaught again; her constant. " I said. "Definitely that." Standing where we were in shadows I saw the last of the coaching staff leave the locker rooms and head to the parking lot, none of them noticing us standing there. "Want to go inside and talk some more?" "I'd love to." You followed me into tI musky, dim locker room. Towels lay s**ttered, moisture hung in the air from the recently used showers. I straddled a bench and you sat beside me. "Your first visit to a boys locker room?" I asked. You shook your head, "No,. "Okay, you start frenching her as your fucking her, and I will join in when she is ready."All it took was a couple of minutes of kissing the black guy as his cock was pounding into her already sopping cunt, when all of a sudden she felt he husbands cock start pushing against her asshole.She started to protest, but the nigger encircled her neck with one of his arms and started frenching her harder.POP...... "Oh mother fucker," that hurt as she mumbled into the black guys mouth."Okay, hold still. “Michael,” she started calmly, “I don’t want any more problems. Please just let me go and we’ll just forget about this.”“I told you what was going to happen.” His eyes flashed as he pulled her head back farther, exposing more of her neck. He kissed it slowly, feeling her shudder and gasp in response. He traced the tip of his knife gently along her neck. “Such a beautiful neck.” He sighed, his voice deepening. “I really hope I don’t have to cut it later.”Courtney whimpered fearfully, closing her.