By now Grace's hands had been cuffed behind her back, so she was only able to use her mouth, and she was already totally streaked with semen.Moments l...ter, standing lent over the bar of the stall, with Adam starting to fuck her from behind, Stacey called out to her mom, "How's it going mom? How many guys so far?"One of the staff members advised her, loudly, that Mrs Harcourt had given head to eleven men so far. "She's getting better all the time." Go for it, mom," Stacey called out cheerfully,. Being careful was important. I didn't evenwant to ladder a stocking. Walking back to the bed, I grabbed the pinkpair of panties again and was very careful upon stepping into them thistime. I felt like they glided up my nylon covered legs. They settledinto place, nice and tight around my ass and my cock was alreadystarting to tentpole them. Running my hands along my ass, I bent overand ran them along my sexy black stockinged legs. I lingered here awhile, hypnotically watching my crimson. I'm sure Jessie could have beaten me at practically everything we played, but she didn't. Surprisingly, every game was close, with me winning just slightly less than she did. The only time I had ever seen her shine was when we played doubles tennis together, and she single-handedly beat the two older girls. In high school, Jessie played all the sports they allowed girls to play. And while Jessie excelled in tennis, in soccer she was a force of nature. She was the soccer team.You would have. .. nice. It was all really nice. It was just a hallucina... haluca... a dreamy thing. I giggled again. This was a perfect dream cause just behind me there was a sexy hunk of a man. He looked absolutely perfect. I wouldn't mind teaching him a thing or two. He held up a mirror to me.He said in his deep manly voice, "I'm going to teach you a thing or two about what you did. You deserve this."I smiled seductively. "I was thinking the same thing. I want to teach you a lesson too. Come here."He.