On her stomach, Me held on firmly as Clara squeezed her head with her thighs, desperate to cum."Ohhh, bloody 'ell, Me," Clara gasped as she tried to p...ll Me's smirking face to her needy pussy, "Just let me cum."Me licked from Clara's puckered asshole, up her wet slit, to her hard clit before licking around the hard, little nub causing Clara to shiver in pleasure. "We've got all of time and space to cum, Miss Oswald," she said with a knowing smirk, "Why such a hurry?" This is so unfair," Clara. .just turned eighteen last week Mr. Anderson." I said with a cracking voice, trying to swallow the lust that was in my throat. The coach walked up right behind me and stretched out his arm over my shoulder and grabbed the bar of soap that was lying on the soap holder on the wall, "Here boy let me help you wash your body, what else are coaches for if they can't help there sweet little football players right max?" I looked over my shoulder and saw him soaping up his hands with the bar of soap,. Beep- I will never hurt you, pet, you must trust me on that. But you need to be punished.I trust you.Beep- Friday, 9pm or I am gone. I will be watching you till then.I look around again as I hear a car drive off. Picking up the box, I go to the sofa and pick up the glass of wine I had been drinking. I have so many questions. How does she know who I am? Where I live? Perhaps someone at the convention that knew me told her. I shuddered at that thought, that someone who knows me a Mistress. He placed his handshalfway down my thighs and began to drive his cock into me with longsure strokes. He was pushing down as he plowed me from above, at timespuling all the way out and ramming his full length back inside of me."Oh yeah," he said. "That's it. Take that cock. You like that? Huh?You like my big black cock pounding your little white ass?" Uhhh-huhhh," I managed to say. "Uhh-huh-uhh-huh-uhh-huh." My soundspunctuated each thrust. "Fuck-my-ass-hard. Fuck-my-sissy-white-ass."He.