I remember how some twenty minutes before, Master took the stocking I handed him, wrapped one end around each of his fists, and pulled it taut, just a... a killer does in the movies when he’s about to strangle the unsuspecting heroine. And yet, even with this vague misgiving, I obediently turned and faced the wall, knelt on the floor as he ordered, crossed my wrists behind my back, and waited hopefully that I hadn’t guessed wrong to trust him. Because there was a time, brief thought it might have. He looked in my eyes Yup Michelle she knows how to please but not as good as you. (had serviced Carlos many times before sucking his hard Latino cock. He rested his hand on my upper thigh just below my hem line. We looked in each others eyes as he raised my skirt. Oh so pretty looking at my tight leotard not seeing any budge at all. I lowered my hand ans rubbed his already hard cock. We smiled as he took my hand and walked me over behind the dumpster. Your so naughty Carlos I said as I went. Some of us were glued to the game. Some of us spent a good portion of the game ogling the cheerleaders in their tight sweaters and short skirts. Even the oglers cheered for Junior Bishop, though, as he ran over the Loganville defense to score four touchdowns. Bobby was more excited by the game than I was."Junior's gonna lead us to the title this year," he shouted over the crowd after the fourth touchdown.I just smiled. And after four years of college, Junior would be back here in Ridgemont. But for whatever reason (I can't really recall), Teri, Paul and I had no afternoon classes this one day; and Val's girls' cross-country team practice had been cancelled. So, we decided to take advantage by having an afternoon of swimming and sunning at Teri's back-yard pool; Teri's mom insisting that Val couldn't have Paul over unless Teri and I were there. We had all been swimming, sunning, and playing a little "grab ass" when Teri, who was taking a course in medical terminology, asked how.