She had come home from work that Friday night from the local home improvement store where she worked as a cashier and demonstrator. She enjoyed the jo..., but she was also glad it was the weekend as that day had been a busy one.But this night was not to be the quiet peaceful one she looked forward to. In fact, this night would hold more excitement than she realized. As Becky lay in her bedroom relaxing two men slid open the sash window in another bedroom and climb in. Dressed all in dark clothes. I licked his pulsating cock from head to toe, grabbing his balls in my mouth, he groaned with pleasure, 'oh that's so good' he said, I continued doing this, and I slowly stuck his dick in my mouth, slowly sliding my wet mouth up-and down until I stuck every inch into the very back of my throat. He let out a scream at one point, I thought I had hurt him, but it turned out to be a scream of pleasure, he thrusted his pre-cum filled meat down the back of my throat, faster and faster, his beer gut. The urge to turn and assuage her curiosity fought inside her with the knowledge of how wrong this all was and also with the fear that he might not give her his approval. It had never made sense to her why she should care so much whether he did or not. Maybe it wasn't even him back there. Maybe if it was, he'd not like her and just walk on by.She kept asking herself why she had come. It was wrong. She knew she would feel guilt as soon as it was over. She felt guilt for just being here now. It. I mean, we had tryouts to find someone to fill that role for our players, and we did that so--" Right, but only during team practices, right? Or, like, on the field or whatever? What about the rest of the time?" Rest of the-- What do you mean?"Eric was getting excited again. "Like, when they're not all together, just in their day to day lives. They might still need someone to help them out, or get them off, or whatever, and I think I'd be good to help them. I've been doing it for a while, and.