I hear that there are filling two spots. So maybe we can both get on.’ That made me feel even better, because I would have someone else there I knew...at the tryouts. When I got home, I couldn’t wait to tell dad. I knew he was a big football fan. He was captain of his high school team, and was always a little disappointed that I had not been all that interested in sports. I know how to play all the games from sitting with dad all these years, whenever a game was on. Also, I’d played some touch. Moving to the bed, I knelt at her side, mindlessly poured some scented oil on my palms, and took one of her legs, my erection nodding its approval.Sia moaned as I massaged her calf with slow deep thumb pressure, followed by full palm strokes. I moaned, too, as her spectacular, lightly dusted pussy filled her crotch; plump and forbidden and erotic, her butt crack seamlessly merging with her cleft. I moved to her other leg and worked on her calf, my eyes locked to the sight of her rounded labia. Before I could even blink (it's amazing the speed at which she can do this), she had locked the collar snugly around my neck, and locked the end of the six-foot jack chain to the center of the bench (where there just happened to be a mounting hole, dammit). I turned to face her in utter disbelief, mouth agape."I'll be back for you at five," she said. "HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!!?!?" I yelled in a hushed voice. "HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS???" "You'll think of something," she. “We’ll pay you!”“I don’t see a purse,” said Kev, a sly look on his face. “Where you hiding your money?”“Liz, tell em!” wailed Tammy. “We will, I promise! Back at the resort, fifty quid!”“Nah, not worth it,” said Kev dismissively, getting a can from the cool box and popping it.Liz, the blonde, said “I’ll take a beer.”“Oh, you will, will you?” said Stu. “It’ll cost you.”“But I don’t have any money!” protested Liz.“Show us your tits and you can have a beer,” said Daz, also taking a long swallow..