And off he went, wearing his finest Sunday clothes (not that he ever attended church of course). Phillip had gotten quite a late start on the day howe...er, having drunk his fill at the local tavern until late the night before as was his habit, and didn’t even arrive at the walled orchard until fairly late in the afternoon, as it gets dark quite early in the winter. He walked around the walls briefly, and seeing no gate immediately climbed up over the wall and into the orchard quite uninvited. A. “I’m Mark,” I replied.“That’s no name for a sissy slut. From now on you’re Cindy.”With his hard dick pressing against me, I wasn’t about to argue. Finally, he pulled me over to the middle of the room and started messing around with a camera.“Um, what’s going on?”“We’re going to make a little movie.”“I’m not sure…”Before I could finish, he stood up and grabbed hold of his cock.“Ok. Fine, then go. You don’t deserve my cock.”I can’t believe that had an effect on me, but it did.“Ok, I’ll stay.”He. So about half an hour later there was still no sign of my sister. I watched Shoni as she poured the last of the wine into her glass. I have listened to little miss perfect long enough. “Look Shoni I really feel for you and all but, I have a date that will be here in an hour and I really should start getting ready for it so if you-”“Oh, so one of your little fuck buddies is more important than me and what I’m going through right now!” Shoni snapped at me. That was it, I have had enough of this. Just find something good. Talk to your muse." She was off and gone before I could protest. I didn't think much about it. I had basketball to think about first."Look at this, gentlemen," Coach said as he sat us all in a classroom. This was strange. We were dressed for practice Wednesday, but he had us go to his government classroom. He had a projector set up and turned off the lights. He started showing a film.It didn't take long for us to figure it out. We'd never watched film of an opponent.