I wasn’t here to play, but to lend moral support.“Trent, you’re the man today. I thought I’d see how you’re coming along,” I said.Alan tol... me they’d split yesterday. Bloomington had taken the first game and they’d beaten Mt. Vernon. Their last game was against Trinity. Coach Rector wanted to win the Springfield game, where he’d coached at last year.Springfield won the toss and deferred, meaning we got the ball first. Trent dropped back and promptly threw the ball into the dirt. Coach Rector. When he entered the door, he found a small, cozy living room, with a hot burning Franklin stove. It was good to be out of the cold.The woman was looking him over. “You will probably want a shower,” she said. The house seemed so old that he was worried the shower would be decrepit, but she led him down a hallway into a modern, clean bathroom. “Go ahead, get warm,” she said, with a smile.He realized the oddness of it all, but the cold fabric against his skin was unbearable. As soon as she closed. We had been seeing each other for months now. I had to acknowledge for me it wasn't just a game. Jake might have been my first lover and I might have fallen in love with him.Calling him master started as a game, though now I was beginning to strongly feel, he was coming to be my master, my best friend. 'Do you promise to look after me?' I mumbled, I always needed his reassurance. 'Yes! Your master will look after you, Chelsea. You belong to me and must promise to obey me in return,' he. I quickly wiped my hand across the hot flesh of my inner thigh and brought the essence of our coupling to my mouth. His scent filled my nostrils and burned a memory into my brain. I lapped at the pungent juice that clung to my fingers like a starving person would when offered a life saving drink of water. The taste fired my lust and another orgasm raced thru my body. I screamed his name and my body is shook uncontrollably. God I love it when he makes me cum.I could hear the sounds of our.