I would remember this day. The day I came by Carl my rapist, my lover fucking me in my ass hole. Carl kept fucking me. He was fucking me like if he wa... riding a bull in a rodeo. I was bucking and he was fucking. I could feel his dick in my stomach. My ass hole muscles instinctively tried to push his dick out. His dick retaliated by another thrust and yet another thrust deeper into my ass hole. Then Carl went crazy. Carl started fucking my ass hole like never before. I was howling, and crying at. He said yes. “Well here. Let me show you what I meant when I mentioned everything I did. Sit down and take a look at these numbers.” He sat down. She stood behind him as he looked at the numbers on the computer screen. Before he knew it he felt a set of hands sliding down over his shoulder. He stopped reading. This attractive and for sure sexy-as-it-counts boss of his had placed her hands on his shoulders and as he read those numbers he felt her easing her hands down over his chest. He had. He really felt that 7 wins would almost guarantee him a secondary bowl invitation. With 40 bowls broadcast on National Television and another 5 or so broadcast regionally, certainly the factors of having female contributing members and (currently) the nations leading scorer, not to mention a top 3 rusher, all added up to some interest. Bowls led to money for the University and the more well known the bowl, the more it meant when recruiting. But, there would be no 7th win without the 5th win and. He was hell bent on getting things back to where she would likely be naked and sucking on him whenever he wanted, even if her mother or father were there. The idea of her kneeling and sucking on him while they perhaps watched sent tingles down to her sex that were hard to ignore. She was not sure just how much she really loved all of this, and she had long thought that no matter how bad it was, it was going to end soon. At least in the beginning. She realized, with a bit of an eye opening.