Sorry about that ladies, but it is what it is. Keep a lock on your locker. It still beat having to gear up at home and ride the bus over in your unifo...m and pads. That’s bad enough riding to the game, but riding home, when you’ve been sweating and getting rained on was much worse.Most of the lockers had locks on them, but there were enough empties we could use them, at least until some of us opened them and found garbage and piles of shit in them. Coach stormed out of there to complain, but the. "Ladies and gentlemen," the floor manager announced, presumably including the waitresses and working girls since there were no female customers, "we have reached the magic $250 mark for the third time this evening. To perform the honors, would you please give a nice Basement welcome to Miss Tina, one of our newest performers."There was a round of applause for the very pretty girl which included hoots and catcalls of various kinds. Tina appeared to be barely into her 20s. When the noise died. Then once your cock gets that hard, there’s only one thing you can do about it ... cum! What better way to cum than by fucking the woman that caused the situation.”Maren laughed as she moaned, “Less talk! More fuck!”, as she continued to rub her clit; Mark obliged as he pumped his cock in and out of her wet pussy.It didn’t take long before Maren was in the throes of orgasm as Mark followed, erupting hot cum deep inside the bunny.As Mark extracted himself from Maren’s cum-filled quim, she fell. Richard watched her go, amazed how beautiful and so very innocent his lovely wife was. A part of him hated doing this but, another part, the one controlling the blood flow downstairs, could not wait for another second to do this to her, over and over again in any way he could think of. Richard went down to the basement, the lights were dull and it didn’t light everything all the way. He’d made sure it was dark enough to keep areas away from her curious eyes. At least until he wanted her to see.