It was always news when two members of the squad hooked up. The only reason I was back at school at this late hour was that I had forgotten my French ...ook in the locker room after practice. I was just going to go in and grab the book. Then, I'd make my way home so that I'd have enough time to finish my report for the next day. When I entered the locker room, I noticed something weird on the floor. It was a pair of bright green lace panties, which I knew belonged to Marnie. I remembered seeing. She was a bit reluctant in the beginning but the influence of alcohol took over her senses and she said that she would want to go for it but she laid down a few conditions.The first one was I had to arrange for it by the very next afternoon and second I can’t be there when she would be taking the guys. I agreed as I knew I would somehow get a recording. She also said that I would have to wait like a pimp in the parking lot till the time she fucks her mates. I agreed to them all as the greed to. Not Danny. I made him show his asshole all the time. When I took him to the gym, I often made him kneel on a bench in the locker room spreading the cheeks of his young smooth ass so all the guys could see his boycunt. His hole was permanently red and puffy from fucking, so every guy who saw it could tell he was a pussyboy, and I made sure Danny knew that. Humiliation is the very best tool for training a teenage boy, and of course sexual humiliation works best.you like finger fucking teenage. All he had to do was make contact; he knew he had to make the first move.One night after work he went home. After shutting off his computer much later, he still could not get her off his mind. He had this attraction to mature women. They had a kind of beauty hidden inside, they were seductive but very comfortable in their bodies.With thoughts of her becoming more than a stranger, he fell asleep dreaming of Sharleen.He dreamt that she went with him to a friend's game farm. They were in the same.