I piled them up so that when they took your weight kneeling, you would be horizontal and well supported. “Now, lie on these pillows, across the bed,...but from a kneeling position,” I ordered. “Yes master,” you looked at me slyly. I went round and stood in front of you, and put my semi hard cock against your lips. “Suck me the way you were before I made you cum. Do it well, and I have something special in store for you,” I said. You had not done this before, and you were unsure what I had in. The black woman handed Ashley the tea."Do you have time to sit down and talk to me for a few moments?" the white girl asked. I feel the need for a little company this morning." Certainly," Misty said.She sat on the edge of the bed and moved her leg up on the bed, knowing that Ashley could see her little, white panties that way. She wanted the white girl to see her panties, for she wanted to let the girl know that she was willing to give her any kind of company she desired on this lazy, summer. “But the world doesn’t stop on the weekend.” Sam pretends to pout and he kisses her. “But traffic can be a bitch, especially on the weekend.”Sam smiles and pushes him onto his back. She crawls on top, straddling his waist. “And then there’s construction,” she coos. The blanket falls from her shoulders, exposing her naked form to the man. She eagerly guides her partner’s already erect cock inside her and closes her eyes in ecstasy. Spencer pushes open her inner folds and slides right in. His. "Ford! Get your ass in my office! Now!" "Uh, ok, coach, I'll be right there." He started to grab his clothes. "I said now, and I mean NOW! Move it!" Ford, wearing only socks and a jock strap, hustled into the coach's office. What he saw made his blood run cold. There, on the desk were his private notebooks filed with graphic sex fantasies, and a video tape. Not only was he humiliated to have the coach find such personal stuff. But the worst of it was that the coach would now know he was queer..