We sat and drank our tea, his eyes never far from my swaying bust. Shelley arrived dressed in a very short skirt; she does have exceptionally good leg..., long and slim, better than mine anyway. Mine, I feel are a bit thick at the top, but my bust is bigger and nicer than hers; well I think so and if my brother reactions are anything to go by, so do most men.We get to town and we split up, Shelley came along with me, while Tim disappeared on his own. We browsed a few dress shops for I want to. As I did, she filled out an order form with my address on it.“Pretty bold,” I silently thought. I’m not even convinced that I am going to buy anything and she was already completing an invoice.She flipped her long brown hair back over her shoulder and asked,“Do you see anything you’d like?”I chuckled.“Maybe,” I replied, looking up past the order list at her.“So what will it be?” She pressed.“Well,” I replied, “I don’t have any cash on me.”She said she could take a check or a credit card. I. I was just a freshman last year but we did all right.”“Which UTC do you go to?”“I play for the University of Tennessee, Chattanooga.”“I don’t think we sponsor them but I could check. Would your school like to wear Bolts?”“Nobody sponsors us. The girls’ volleyball team wears Bolts already but just our practice and game gear.”“I’ll stop by tomorrow and you can get me the name of your coach or athletic director. I’ll try to set up a call or a meeting. I think that Tennessee has Adidas but I don’t. “Did I hurt you?” he whispered quietly. I shook my head quickly and answered. “No, keep going.” Maggie and I looked at each other and I nodded. We had already agreed on a safe word. Maggie smiled. “Fuck her Rodger. Fuck that whore until you cum!” Rodger paused and then Maggie encouraged him on. “If she wants you to stop, she’ll say ‘mayday’, okay baby?” I winked at Maggie and then begged. “Please Rodger, fuck me baby, fuck me!” I heard Rodger chuckle slightly, and then his grip on my hips.