She turned around and perched her knees on the edge of the mattress, dropping her head down to a pillow, ass up, face down, inviting him to fuck her d...ggy-style. He took the hint, and took a hand full of her butt in each hand to eat her first. She gasped as he took a long, slow lick of the area from her clit to her asshole. He repeated the move several times, being rewarded by the sound of her first 2 orgasms. The first made her jump, the second made her whole body shake. He kept her going as. “naa Dillon”, Patroni again, “Nobody's tearin up shit” “Go on Dustin—he ain't gonna hurt you. Tell us everything you know” Dustin replied sheepishly, “I dunno really. But he's going down there to see Parker” “Parker---1/4 back for the Tigers”? “Ya, that one”“Dillon—what the fuck you going to see him for”?“What dawgs—you guys the only friends I can have ? Can't have friends outside of football”?Dustin giggles, and then offers “I think they fuckin”Everybody glares over at Dustin, and I lunge for. But her conscience made her feel guilty. She had never stolen anything, considering herself to be a ‘good girl’. She decided she couldn’t do it. She put the cash back in the drawer and replaced the key.Then she threw herself on the bed. Her expedition had revealed a lot. She went back to thinking about Mr. Michaels tying her to the bed and running his strong hands all over her. She closed her eyes and started running her hands over her body imagining they were his. She pulled the snaps. Left her abs free, defined only in muscular blocks of tanned flesh. Small lines stretched across her neon yellow sports bra to accommodate her tits. The hem of her billowy jogging shorts whispered at the crux of her powerful thighs. His heart pounded, fist matching its pulse. Straining to hear the static of the shower, he turned toward the dresser. Propped himself up with his free hand and closed his eyes as he pumped his dick. Pre-cum wet his shaft with each stroke. He thought of her face.