The mint sent filled my nostrils and I glanced at Luke. He had short brown hair, grey eyes, with well defined muscles. He was also about my height, 6 ...eet. I rinsed off my hair, and I could feel his eyes roaming my body. I had long blond hair that I often pulled back in a pony tail. I had muscles, but not as well as his were. I had grabbed my soap and started washing my chest, legs, and shorts. After this was done, I pulled them off revealing my jock strapped package. It was filled to the brim. "The cocktail waitress, Denise, or Mistress Denise as she liked to be called by her clients, looked at the hunky guy with the blond wife and thought, "God that girl is stacked, I would really love to eat her pussy." At 5'11 and 140, Denise was a big girl, in her profession that was really a plus. Dressed in a Grecian Stola, her body strained at the confining cloth, her breasts seem to be in danger of exploding out of the bodice while her thick lustrous black hair cascaded over her creamy white. “Just like you don’t have a wife and kids,” she said.The server came and took our order. I flirted with her shamelessly while we ate, and she gave me pointers on pickup lines. We both knew this wasn’t going any further, and didn’t even share our names or contact information. I did tell her to watch ESPN tonight and she would see me play quarterback. I wondered if she would.When I returned to the hotel, Phil told me that Coach Mason had requested that I meet him in one of the coaches’ rooms at. You order me to clean you up as I'm licking and eating all your cum I feel you pulsating still. All you mini orgasms still happening I eat you're pussy for what seemed to be hours but it was just a few minutes. you get up and start to draw a bath making noise behind me it sounded like you were putting things up. As the bath is almost finished you start to unlock the stockade undoing the feet first and then the hands and then neck. You stand me up and order me to drink some water you say.