She was 21, from my alma mater, wanting to study law, long flowing brown hair, sparkling green eyes, long perfectly toned legs, (I would guess volleyb...ll.) tits that sat perfectly on her chest. So perfectly that there are sometimes I swear she isnt wearing a bra and an ass that you just want to bury your face in. Every time I stepped off the elevator I was always greeted with the sexiest “Hello or Good morning Mr. Robertson” this time though it was different. It was almost frantic. “Mr.. Win or lose we hear about the good, the bad and the ugly of our Saturday. I can answer any questions you may have now." Greg said as players flied in mostly one by one, apparent that most had just gotten up.As Alusik answered questions two of the assistants were checking off names to make sure everyone was there. On this particular Sunday no one was excused, it was going to be full squad. By 5 minutes before 2 all had arrived and most were sitting in front of their lockers. If Gerry Granahan. My eyes showed shock. He smiled broadly as he again thrust his spurting cock deep into my throat. The taste of come was strange. A mixture of salty and what seemed to me to be spicy. I didn’t have much choice but to swallow most of it but some ran out of my mouth and onto my chin. I felt his body completely relax. I lay my head on his leg, his cock still in my mouth till it was flaccid enough to fall out. He patted me on the head. “Well done my girl. Well done.” I smiled.If I thought it was. What a whirlwind. The airport was surprisingly quiet, and Rachel was feeling feisty. She said she knew of an empty terminal where we could settle in for the night. Both heart and erection pounding, we wandered past security guards and unattended luggage and finally found ourselves at Gate #8, which, as Rachel said, was firmly out of the way of any prying eyes.“Finally,” she murmured. “So… what now?” I asked. Her mischievous grin came back.“Now… You do what you want with me.”I didn’t need to be.