“Too much light,” she said gently, in that waking-up-voice I find so sexy in women.“It’s okay,” I said. “They can’t see.”She shook her...head anyway.“It’s ugly.”“What’s ugly?”“That,” she said sadly, playing with my hand over her covered pussy.“No, it’s not,” I insisted. “It’s nice.”“No,” she poohed with a pouty little face.“Yes,” I said, gently pulling her hand away.“Donnie,” she whined.I lifted her shirt again, exposing her again.She tried to close her thighs, but I stuck a hand in between and. That was good, she thought. The gods would approve. They liked blood.She took another needle and pierced her other cunt lip the same way. This one's pain was different. Not as sharp and quick-lived, but duller and lasting longer. It throbbed with her heartbeat. She was reminded once again of the many ways that pain could manifest itself. That was always part of the ritual's charm, that it could be counted on to surprise her. Would tonight bring her the ultimate pain she was seeking, the pain. True, they were made of more spandex, and they were made to be seen occasionally as the girls twirled and jumped. But they were really just panties. White socks and saddle oxfords completed the outfit. They couldn't run well in them, but for the first practice it would be OK. They were only going to do walk-throughs of some of the plays.He got them lined up on the ball and showed Tiffany how to grab the ball and snap it. "Just slam it into my hand." he said. They all got down into their three. When I stopped along the field where I had picked her up, she said, "Lunch was on you, dessert is on me." I asked her, "What've you got in mind?" She said, "Shut the truck off and whip it out," glancing down to my crotch. I undid my pants and pulled them down to my thighs. She leaned down in the seat and had my limp dick in her mouth in no time. Since she had my dick in her mouth, I figured I was at liberty to reach up her blouse under her bra and fondle her tit. It was a pleasant handful as I.