Masala held her open, still embedded and a big wad of heavy cum swam out of her. It slowly slid down the balls it had just arrived from, and then drip...ed to the floor heavily as the dust blew up when it hit.Masala pulled her head back and tongued his spunk soaked prize. He pulled out still hard and she got down to lick his shaft clean, enjoying the salty taste. Sue’s cunt finally let go of its billions of immigrants, her ass cheeks all wet with the stuff and pussy lips smeared in Daddies. . I think the guys need some time, you know? About the locker room thing, I mean." Never you mind that right now." Coach shooed all those concerns away with his hand. "How bad do you want to play football?"I opened my mouth to say something, but he shushed me quick."And how bad do you want to be a boy?" Coach grinned like he'd known all my secrets all along."I..." I stared at him. I wanted to be a boy more than anything right then, and not just right then, but anytime. I wasn't supposed to be. Of course, that didn’t count the many she had run away from or just ignored. She had to admit it: she was afraid of getting too attached. When they got too close, she pushed them away, never letting anyone in, never trusting. She mulled these things over bitterly as she shoved her key into the door to her apartment and let out a tired sigh as she headed for her bedroom. Her feet caught in mid-stride as she looked down on a handsome young man lying sprawled on her couch, fast asleep. A fond. He said he would even lower his commission rate to fifteen percent. I asked him why he didn't just sign me for ten years to begin with."Roy, most models are only good for about five years. After that they seem to go downhill, but you stayed with the program I suggested. You kept working out and improving yourself. You kept the low profile, which made it easy to sell you as the good-looking wholesome man that women dreamed about. You always kept your sex life quiet and never made the tabloids..