For a long time I was the one that felt like I was being prepared for some sexual sacrifice and now I was in the opposite position and it felt good. L...ckily I was even able to talk her into letting me pick her up. On top of being shy, she's also a little sheltered and didn't enjoy driving home by herself so late at night. When I pulled up to her place I went to the door and rang the bell, giddy with anticipation.The door flung open and while still beautiful, someone thought out their wardrobe. Once gym had finished and I had got changed back into my normal clothes,I went to go and see the coach in her office. "Ah, Miss Anderson. Take aseat," the coach said as I knocked on the door. "I assume that you arehere about the soccer team." "Yes ma'am," I replied. "I used to play atmy old school before we moved here." "I see," the coach replied. "Whatposition did you play?" She asked. "Left midfielder," I replied. "Wellyour experience could certainly be of some use. How about we hold tryouts. "As she spoke,Sr.Ethel had pointed to another figure in the room,that figure was Bro.Anselm and he was going to witness their punishment.Giselle could see that look on Bro.Anselm's face,as much as he was trying to look non interested in what was about to happen,he was failing,Giselle could see a grin on his lips and then it happen ,she saw Bro.Anselm stare at her,lick his lips slightly and move on his chair.Subconsciously the middle aged Monk had fixed Giselle with a stare,he had felt his penis. If it gets really hot I’ll take his pulsing member in my mouth and suck the cumsplashing spunk sauce out of his cock so that it fills my mouth or splatters my face. He’ll do the same for me til I unload my hot syrup over his face or over his cock.We started talking about getting a third guy to get involved and to pump his cock with us. He was very interested. So was I. I started talking to guys on fabswingers and Xhamster to see who would be interested. There was no shortage of takers. However.