” Ginger put her head down in embarrassment and hoped she would do well in the coming game against their rival school. Ginger had helped her team ...tart the season with an undefeated record, but they needed to keep their winning streak to advance to the state championship.The next game Ginger did well but she missed many shots and her team barely won the game. Unbeknownst to Ginger, Coach Harrison had convinced the scout from the university to see Ginger play in the final game of the season,. My cock was dripping and so hard it hurt. He asked how I wanted to get off,and began to play with me. He began a massage of my asshole with one hand and dropped down and took my cock in his mouth. Spitting on his fingers, he inserted one in my ass and slowly pushed it deep till his knuckles hit the rim. It felt so good I didn’t think I would last long. Unexpectedly he shifted down and put his face between my cheeks and lapped at my bung with his tongue. He kept pushing until his tip entered my. She realized she was still high-stepping. It seemed more natural to walk this way. Her lungs felt more expansive, even with the unforgiving corset so tight against her. She felt like she could keep running even though she was tired. She also felt terribly slick, sweat had to be coating her entire form but she could not look down to see, the pole held her reins up too high to look down, or in any direction except forward.Every sense seemed enhanced. She could feel the gently swaying of the chain. It wasalmost as if he actually was acting out the role of her maid.Each time he leaned in to pour wine or serve a dish she nuzzled his neckand whispered, "I think I like my perfume better on you than I do on me.One thing's for sure though, I definitely like being waited on like aqueen. Even better, being waited on BY a queen!"Her comment was all the more disconcerting because he was dressed in hisusual Dockers and button-down dress shirt.She was at the giggle stage. Happy from the wine and.