The Man close’s he’s eyes and moans with excitement.Poppy sees he’s eyes are closed and reaches for her knife.She stands up and forces it agains... he’s throat.“What the fuck you doing?” he says.“Having some fun” says Poppy “Now pull my knickers down like a good Bitch”.The Man lifts her skirt and pulls down her knickers to her thighs and a big strap on dildo pops up.“Turn around and put your hand on the back of the toilet” Poppy says.The Man does as he is told.Poppy stands behind him and puts the. Screams. Shouts. I could hear everything through roar of the floor collapsing beneath my feet.I rode the rubble to the floor below. Unlike where they kept us prisoner, there was no wall between the room I stood in and the stairway. I could see one guy's head as he ran up from the floor below. Bianca must be out of bullets! I Pushed at an angle--the stairs, floor, walls, and the guy flew away from the building. More than one scream! Several guys had been running up the stairs.The floor I landed. My heart raced and my mind was spinning but the shear lust of the moment was too much I gave in. I stood up walked to the door and locked it. In a flash of lightning I saw his shirt was open and I was right very nicely built. I took his hand and led hi threw the salon to my office. Kissing and groping the whole way. He lifted my skirt over my hips as I undid his belt then sipper the slid his pants down. There I was in my office with some strange cock in my hand wanting to be used like a little. This new guy was moving to town and would help coach next year with the coaching duties and he wanted me to make him feel welcome at practice he said wear your bibs BT and do a good job and we will have a surprise for you in Cincinnati. The next Wednesday I come to practice with my bibs nothing on underneath and I’m caring my sweater coverall and figure if I garner a lot of attention I’ll put it on, but the only one’s watching were coach and his new assistant coach (coach2). I sway towards the.