Lynne reentered the den after a few minutes. She was bare ass naked with a beginner’s pegging strap-on. This one had a small five-inch slender purpl... penis poking out from the shirt. She strutted over to me with a smirk.She stood in front of me at the Futon. She moved her hips, causing the purple penis to wiggle. “You like my cock, baby?” She continued to wiggle her rubber cock. “I do. I love your cock, Lynne,” I said. “Good, because I’m going to fuck you,” she said, then moved closer to. I could tell he noticed, hed taken to staring at my forehead while having conversations with me, and avoiding me around the office, only to eye-fuck my tits and ass when i was cleaning my glasses or working. Last Friday, I decided it was time to act. The office staff had left by 4:30, and he and I were basically the only ones in the office. When he left to talk to the boss down the hall, I quickly snuck into his office and stole every pen. Desperate, I know but hopefully would be well worth it.. I paid dearly for the rose gesture as Coach Boyette, then my teammates, called me Lover Boy for the rest of the game.On the first play we were on defense Coach yelled, "Watch for a sweep, Lover Boy." Coach Boyette's voice carried like a bullhorn, he sent the cheerleading squad into a giggling fit. Thank God it didn't catch on as a nickname.Sunday at Mass Shelia thanked me for the rose. She said it was a sweet thing to do and she was sorry I got razzed about it. By contrast, her teammates on the. The blows rained down each snore became the trigger of each stroke, regular and steady, her arse becoming redder with each strike, her face contorted in ecstasy as she absorbed the much-needed pain, every stroke causing a grunt that could have been joy or otherwise it was so muffled as she tried desperately not to scream and wake the neighbours or the patrolling policeman on his beat. Suddenly she began to grunt out her cry of orgasm, her breathing now in gasps, her grip on the table.