Her breastscaused her outfit to tent out. Her nipples were clear to see, and hard,and about the size of plums, her breasts and nipples were larger tha... hehad ever seen in person. Mark was sure they had to be fake, some kind ofclown get up. The female clown's waist was slim, while her hips, and asswere as out of proportion as her breasts were. Her legs were likesomething out of a 40's cheesecake colander, and were in fully view,since her outfit stopped at her waist, under which was a shiny,. . and now this man was treating her like a slut for the same reason. It didn't make sense."And cut out that shit, too," muttered Dobkins. "Crying won't do any good... not after that cute little stunt you just pulled!"He grabbed her by the waist, shoving her roughly ahead of him, back down on the hay pile. Her eyes darted toward the pitchfork, and for a moment she considered leaping for it and stabbing this vile man right where it hurt. But if she wasn't faster than he this time... God only knew. In the locker room, each locker had its own video screen.While all that was nice, they’d seriously thought out the building. The weight room was ginormous. Then there was the ... wait for it ... underground practice field. I mean, seriously. We were in frickin’ Southern California. When would you ever want to be inside to play football? I guess it gets hot in the summer, but underground?By the time Bill had finished showing us the facilities, we could check that off our list as being. Lifting the wet finger to his nose he inhaled deeply, before licking my juices off the tip, murmuring so wet&hellip, so hot for me. I had been immobile, my mind completely blank except for the sensations of his hands on me, but now I became embarrassed that he would know how aroused I was. I could feel the heat rise in my face as I lowered my head, trying to hide from his gaze. Seeing this, Stuart stood up and kissed me again, running his hands down my back to my bum, pulling me against him.