I glanced back towards the door, straining my ears to hear whether anyone was nearby. Nothing. So, I quietly stood to my feet and leaned over his desk...to take a peak. Spinning the laptop towards me, I saw an open window titled ‘CANCELLATIONS’. It looked like a registry of sorts, resembling a digital yearbook. My heart raced as I used the track-pad to scroll down rapidly through dozens of pictures and names. I had no idea what I was looking at, but I felt like Sherlock Holmes, on the cusp of. Sophie made me horny just looking at her, 'Come here and kiss me', I said, my pussy aching to feel her tongue lick its length, she turned to face me, her pert ass cheeks themselves a work of art, with the powdered blue plastic butt-plug looking as if her ass was chewing it, disappeared as she gyrated back toward my naked form, lying with my legs akimbo, my signal to her to climb between them and and kiss my mouth.She fitted onto my form with ease, our bodies melting together and our tits. ”The game was okay; kind of boring as neither team really took control. They just seemed to wander back and forth stalling around until someone would take an outside set shot. Keep in mind that this was ‘way back before shot clocks. The wide free throw lane was still only a few years old.One of the forwards came off the floor for a break and sat in front me. “We need you Chuck, there’s no one to keep yelling at all of us to set up and make a play.”“You’re the forward, you’re supposed to do. ” I turned back to my desk and sat down. Not wanting to betray my own feelings. “I need to know something. Are you married?” She was very direct in her approach. “I only ask because I see the wedding ring that you are wearing, but I have also noticed the way you look at me, and that is confusing.” I did not say a word, but the silver ring on my hand began to ‘burn’ me.“I am not in a relationship at the moment, and I like you very much.” I did not even get a chance to answer her first question..