Football StrategyAfter school the girls watch me at football training, Greg talked me into going. I don’t want to play football, but I do feel a bit...responsible for the loss of Williams. Toward the end of the session the coach takes me aside to ask me to join the team. I answer, “Look, Coach, I don’t want to play. Partly due to some of the team hating me, and partly because I don’t like the extreme physical nature of the game. I’ve been talking to Greg, and I’m prepared to play if you’ll let me. "So tell me, panty-boy, what exactly is your fascination with my panties?" she asked as she held her panties toward me. "I, I dunno I think they're sexy I guess." I managed to stammer. "Sexy? What's sexy about dirty underwear? These aren't even a good pair." She said as she held her panties from the sides for her own inspection. At his point I was glad she wasn't screaming at me anymore. "I guess it's 'cause they feel silky and soft. And they're so, uh, 'forbidden.'" I tried to explain. "But. I woke up my slave, by pouring some ice water, he woke up shivering, asked him to serve my food and sit like a good dog at my leash, he did as said of him, I made him eat straight from the plate, he was still staring my pussy I asked does my slave want the juices, he said yes like a child, he came on the table, sucked my pussy like a expert, I had orgasms on the chair, shivering and quivering my whole body was in trance, I lay there on this stage, he was licking all over my body, my foot, my. I don’t suppose that more than twenty minutes had passed between my first, and my second poke, still my prick remained stiff. She went quickly to the cow-shed, put down the milking-stool, sat down and began again tugging at a cow’s teats, I again standing by her side with my privates hanging outside my trowsers.I wanted to see her limbs, to feel her breasts. The idea of her cunt squeezing out its moisture on to her chemise as she sat on the stool, the desire to see every part of her, that.