"Uh... ! Eh, thank you, sir."Josh couldn't help noticing how all the pieces of the puzzle seemed to together so nicely, and effortlessly! Putting on o...e of the ball-boy uniforms that hung on the coat-hooks in the dressingroom, he understood that this short moment of improvisation had handed him an excellent cover to get closer to his idol. Ball-boys weren't suspicious around here *at all*, and there were many reasons why a ballboy would, "accidentally" if necessary, end up in her room. Just by. "She led me, now naked, to her bedroom and told me to lie down on the bed on my back. The girls followed into the bedroom. "If you don't want him to eat your pussy, he can eat mine," my bridge partner said."No, he can eat me and I'll grind my pussy into his face," Ann said as she began to get out of her jeans. My bridge partner tapped the tip of my cock with a finger and then pushed it and it moved back and forth. Ann climbed on top of me, still in her blouse, facing front and leaned forward. And then he just left without so much as a by your leave.The following day was almost exactly the same. He made me give him a handjob, and then fix him some breakfast before giving him a second one. I couldn’t understand why he talked to me in that hateful tone, or why he punished my tits when he felt of them. I was doing what he wanted without complaint, so I didn’t know what else to do.* * *Robert didn’t show up the next morning, and I must admit to being somewhat disappointed. I was. She looked again at the four men who were now stroking their cocks in anticipation and she wondered if they were going to want her ass. She hoped not. She really did not like anal sex.It had started as an attempt to heal her relationship with her daughter in law. She had never really cared for Tiffany. Tiffany dressed and acted like a tramp and she could never understand why her son David had taken up with Tiffany. No, that wasn't quite right, she understood only too well - the answer was.