As the sun waned low on the horizon, the guests started leaving, one after the other. I was in the pool near them, saying my good byes to them as they...departed. Mom came over to the edge of the pool and said it was time to get out and go inside. While I had several swimming lessons, I was not an accomplished swimmer, and she was not going to allow me to be alone in the pool after dark, even if the pool lights illuminated most of the pool area."But Mom, I don't want to go in yet," I pleaded with. I could remember the intense pleasure. When I moved, I heard a quiet voice, apparently that of the mistress, but distorted somewhat by speakers. There was no one else in the room. But there were four video cameras and no place in the room where you could do anything unobserved. "You may use the bathroom. Remove either or both dildos as necessary, but for no longer than necessary. There is a glass. If you do it carefully you will find you can drink slowly without removing the gag. Don't. It was something obscene, taboo, yet grossly erotic. His black cock withdrew but when it re-entered me it was buried balls deep into my tight stretched hole. I moaned and bit my lip. The initial pain was nearly overpowering. I could not breathe. When he withdrew I opened my eyes and saw his smiling face. I knew when the next thrust would occur and needed to prepare myself. The cock buried itself again and again, I screamed, I felt my lower lips stretch to accommodate the huge fuck-club impaling. ’ Coach checked his watch and his eyes widened. ‘….should be ending shortly. If you want to make it son, you better hall ass.’ ‘Thanks Coach!’ Michael yelled as he turned and ran from the office. Michael ran through the building and made it into the stadium just as the final people were finishing their tryouts. Michael explained what coach had said about him getting a walk on tryout and after the assistants confirmed it his own tryout began. It turned out that Michael was useless with.