“You are not going to go anywhere or resist any of my orders ever again,” he hissed into her ear. She nodded. He pounded into her without changing...his position. “You are mine – until you say the bloody password and get rid of your collar. You get me, slut? Mine!” he said. She nodded. He pulled out of her. This time, she expected him to continue with his belt, but again, he wasn’t working according to her expectations. It started with several strong slaps with his hands and then continued with. So here she was without the protection of a boyfriend in a room full of horny football players who just witnessed her in a live sex act. Betsy stated that the next two hours were both scary and wonderful. The team assistant captain organized the remainder of the evening by making a train of players based on dick size, smallest to largest with the center “Bubba” as the caboose of the train. Bubba looked to have a twelve-inch dick that was as thick as a coke can. Bubba and Betsy had trouble. As I closed my eyes, I felt his warm breath on my face. His mouth was just few inches away now. I lifted my head and offered my trembling lips to him. Our lips met. He kissed me hard. I responded spontaneously and I felt his tongue moving into my mouth. As our tongues met, my whole body got an electric current. My body started shivering. He held me tightly and his hand started moving towards my breasts. I unknowingly took his hand and placed it on my breasts.He just moved his hand over the. She tilted her head to the side as Randall kissed her neck. The heat of his lips on her sensitive skin there sent tingles rushing through her whole body. The tingles got even stronger when she felt Randall’s hand slide up under her dress. In an intense movement of his hand, her thong was tugged off of her instantly and landed on the hardwood floor beside where they stood. Jen immediately felt her pussy drip its hot gooeyness as it was now exposed. The hot mess evading her hot tender slit.