He looked back at me and the whole story came gushing out as if he'd been waiting his whole life to tell someone this story that he'd been carrying ar...und as if no one would ever fully understand him. He broke down. He began begging me to understand that he wasn't gay, that he had no interest in men, that he just felt the need to have a woman "take him" sexually, to force him to please her, to take all responsibility for her own pleasure so that for once he'd know that he could please a woman,. .driving into her her repeatedly. The slapping sound of my balls hitting her sensitive genitals filled the living room and her appreciative moans were music to my ears."Oh, that's it Jeff! Fuck me good now...please Jeff...don't stop!" She teased. I continued to throw everything I had into her desperately responding fuck hole as my pleasure increased with each stroke. We established a rhythm together, a rhythm Betty could count on and I knew she was about to come. I sent a series of a dozen. I was impressed with his preparation, and could think of no additional questions at the moment and was probably trying his patience. The fact that they were providing me a firearm meant that they also foresaw the need for one. The somewhat less than welcome implication was that my life was on the line… mine as well as the young lady I would be ‘protecting.’ Me! U. S. naval reserve? Was I the man for this job? And precisely who were the ‘syndicate’ he had mentioned… but, then, that didn’t matter. Jamie shook hands with the male coach of Central who made a comment about wait until next year.Once the girls got back into the locker room, Jamie congratulated them on calmly working the ball into Mary Sue, and not panicking, and she told them she enjoyed having them this year. The girls cheered again, they then showered, and headed back up to watch the rest of the games. Mary Sue was the last to leave the locker room, and she went up to Jamie, and asked if they could talk. Mary Sue told.