When we walked in and found a seat, Angela hugged me to her, took my right hand and pushed it down inside the back of her jeans, squeezing it against ...er naked butt. Our little show looked completely anonymous, and as we took a seat, Angela called me her very sweet, best-est, big brother. I saw two heads pop up, when she emphasized 'big brother', and I thought we were off to the races."Since I am your world's favorite brother, what are we sharing for lunch, or is it already supper time?" I said. 'Tommy Walker should see so well,' she thought to herself, amused.There were no windows, so she imagined that she was in a basement, or possibly even further underground. She pushed the entrance stone to the underground tomb back into place, then stood up and started searching for an exit.In the next room, there was a staircase. There was still no light, but she heard footsteps on the ceiling above her. She nearly cried out when the light came on over the staircase, completely blinding her. She. You seem to be less stressed than earlier. Are you doing ok?”“How do I answer that? I have spent decades teaching my athletes that at the key moment of competition, things can go wrong. I have taught them that they must not worry about things they have no control over. Now I have to take that lesson upon myself, because I am most certainly NOT in control of this mess. Dinner’s helping to give me some thinking time. I’m doing ok.”“Oh, Bosco asked if you needed him. What is that about?”“I asked. Maybe he would change his mind, clean off his prick and fuck his cock up her cunt. How hot her pussy was getting, how the cunt lips were slick with fuck juice, rubbing against one another. And there was nothing inside, nothing that could ease the pressure and the terrible itchiness driving her crazy. That board between her legs kept her from even easing the heat herself by rubbing her thighs together. It was awful, terrible. And all the while that perfectly good cock was stuffed in her shitter,.