.Ahhhhhhhhhhh… Wow! I feel wetting her panty. I insert my hand into her secret place and touch it, it is wetting by her juice and I rubbing lips. Th...t is time to kissing her secret place, but I am not going to do it, because I don t know weather she is like to it. Now I think, that is time to fuck her. I separate her legs and touching my dick on her pussy. Suddenly her against it. I ask why. She said that I is dangers, because we are not using protection method, Oh don’t afraid, u are safe now.. I decided that her apology was enough, so I softened my look; there did not seem to be any advantage to be gotten by continuing to seem offended."Okay. Now, if you didn't come here to apologize, why did you come?"She looked confused and shy again, and again had trouble starting, so I said, more gently, "Have you decided to take me up on my offer?"For a moment she couldn't answer; then she said, "Can you really get me those grades?"I thought a minute before answering, "Yes. At least, I think I. He began to pound himself in and out of me. My pussy stretched tightly around him as he slid in and out. I could feel myself getting even wetter, and couldn’t believe how good this black cock felt as it sawed in and out. I could feel the pressure building in my belly, but I didn’t want to give my rapist the satisfaction of knowing he had made me cum. I sobbed as he pounded harder, then removed my legs from the other guy’s grips and swung them up by my head, enabling him to get in me deeper.. “Hayward? Why Hayward?” A voice questioned the decision.“Don’t you have anyone else to use instead of Hayward?” Another asked.“What about the goalie coach?” A player mentioned.“He’s not available,” Frank answered.“Why not Mr. Hayward? He’s a great skills coach,” added someone else.“We considered using him but Brad knows our team’s system more than he does,” Frank defended.The GM stepped forward. “Look, boys, this is no joke or publicity stunt. These games are all point games, and we’re mired in.