She nodded, and he grabbed a small black case out of the trunk, and they walked to the lobby. He paid for the room with his Drake Tomlinson credit car... and Maine ID he always used when away from home. Other than the tired-looking other behind the desk, no one tried to talk to them, and they quickly found themselves in front of their rooms door. He reached into the case, glanced up and down the hallway, and seeing no one, slipped surgical gloves on his hands. Then he opened the door and shoved. She led me past that into a small guest bedroom. "You're going to do burpees in here?" I joked. I turned to see if she was playing a joke on me, and my heart stopped.She had the beaming smile on her face and nothing else from the waist up. Her thumbs were tucked inside her yoga pants, and she was about to push them off."Shut up and tell me what you want me to do first," she laughed."What are you doing?" I stammered. My mind had a dozen protests for her. I wanted to point out that you don't have. When our linemen got into their secondary, it was over. They punched me a huge hole and I broke free. The place went nuts. I was suddenly in the zone. Hitting the defensive end and putting him on his ass was what I needed. I had only green grass in front of me when their safety made a great shoe-string tackle at their 15 yard line. The next play I threw a quick screen to Luke, he found a seam, and we were up seven nothing.From that point on, the game was almost a repeat of last week. I settled. My feet touched the sandy ground and the second man stepped forward, reached down, grabbed the hem of my cotton dress and pulled it up under my bare breasts. Then he turned me and made me bent over the back seat.I closed my eyes and braced myself, as suddenly I felt his hands pulling apart my ass cheeks. Then the unthinkable that I thought might be too big to go in, went in, all the way up, as I felt my body was splitting in two.The van shook violently as he fuck me, I even cried out in pain as.