“Alex, can you get us some diet drinks and popcorn at the intermission?”“Sure Mr, Hayward.”“I’ll go with you to help carry something,” B...enda offered.The ten-minute mark arrived with the Falcons still leading 1-0.The Public address announcer filled in the pause in play, “Ladies and gentlemen, as you may know, the Falcons organization and players support many charities within the Belleville, Trenton and Quinte area. Your own Falcons Captain, Brad Hayward is an avid supporter of the children at. Doug takes my hand and guides me to the bedroom. I walk a little awkwardly as my muscles adjust to the plug buried deep inside my flesh, and am relieved to reach the room. Doug lifts a brand box from the bed and holds it to me with a smile. I read his script across the top, 'For my darling Mel.' I undo the sage green ribbon and open the cream lid. Inside, a folded expanse of fuchsia silk gazes up at me.Gently, I lift the dress from the box and find that it's a sleek dress with a plunging. He’d been delivering my paper for the last six months and to be honest, I was also getting a bit of a kick doing this. The thing is, I secretly fancied him. He was well fit. Drop dead gorgeous he was. Yeah, so I carried on rubbing his hands, loving the physical contact. Then I thought: if his hands are cold then his feet must be cold as well. He was only wearing a pair of trainers. “I bet your feet are the same.” And before he could say anything I took his trainers off. Again he tried to stop. I remembered the night before as if it were a mostly forgotten dream. It was just a blur of men, laughing, grunting, cuming. I began to sit up my hair an face was sticky mostly dried cum made a peeling sound as I pulled away from the puddle I was laying in. As I got to my feet my knees were shaking, and I could feel a wet trickle running down the back of my thy. I looked in the mirror an saw my face and hair caked in dried cum, it made me suddenly nauseous. I could feel my stomach bubbling,.