At first we didn’t understand what Tracy’s offermeant. We soon caught on to what she had in mindthough, when she invited us in turn to app...oach thebuffet table. She sat herself on the edge of the tablewith her legs spread-eagled apart and hanging over theedge, leaving her cunt and arse wide open for us allto admire.We watched amazed as she covered her delectable cuntin spoonfuls of thick fresh cream, rubbing it into hersopping slit and pubes with abandon. Then slowlypeeling the. They take me from one locker room to the other. The setting is already a disappointment. In my piss-induced fantasy, I greet the big strong players at a party, not in a boys’ toilet. I never knew how filthy it could get in here.“On your knees,” I’m ordered.You’d think pressing my knees against a dirty floor wouldn’t faze a girl who spent the last two hours drenched in piss, but I still hesitate before settling my knees between a discarded Band-Aid.The dreamy quarterback comes in, his team. Dakota looked to me, then to the floor below her. I understood. She turned and took a step forward. I casually took a step behind her, placing my foot on the slight drag in her gown and rubbed it into the floor absorbing any liquids. If she would have had her legs closed, it would have only run down her leg, but then again, she would have probably lost balance at the sight of the Prince.Quickly, I followed her to her room. One of the guarding sentries saw us speedily marching toward Dakota’s. The poor bastards probably didn?t realize how muchtheir porno fantasy became their own snuff film.Debs had to have known what she did to those schmucks. She had to haveset them up, but why?Roberto?s Bunny Bri heels clicked clacked closer to the waving Bunny.For him, resisting a good gawking at his chest became difficult, but hemanaged to keep his cleavage in his lower periphery vision, meaningthat he kept his eyes up, looking forward. ?Eyes at a level,? hemuttered under his breath. ?Eyes.