Oh that wonderful smell of male sweat, fresh teen jock smell. I turned it inside out, and tasted the inner pouch, sweat, piss, and cum? Maybe, but pro...ably just wishful thinking. I rubbed my stiffening cock, I thought about jacking off real quick, sniffed and tasted the jock again, and thought better of it. I had to get this stuff counted, and if I stopped and jacked off when I felt like it, I'd never get done. Ok back to locker 2, pads, jerseys', cup, jock, helmet, cleats, all there. Locker. Fay’s immediacy proved to be infectious and Jack thought back to more of Fay’s missives. As Fay concentrated on emptying her glass in double-quick time, he smiled as he realised the weeks had turned into one month. It had been a month of discovery, there was a surprising amount of intimacy and that was interspersed with animalistic fucking. Fay was a self-confessed slut and she provided Jack with his first real outlet for his sexual energy and fantasies. Despite their agreement on that first. She was sucking my cock like a lollipop. Wow she is not sucking. She is eating my cock and she hold my balls and took my balls and suck out. Wow. That made me to so horny in the morning. I hold her head suddenly. She looked at my eyes. It was not a simple look. I can see the fire on her mouth. Wow. She is completely turned on in the morning itself. I can see her big 38c size boobs. I am holding her hair on her back and spread my legs for to suck me more and more. She came to know I am enjoying.. Her modest breasts were especially bruised - Master liked the knowledge that Jeannie's breasts would be sore every time she wore a bra for days after these little sessions. The sharp kiss of Master's riding crop had made its way down Jeannie's flat stomach, the red marks it left on Jeannie's flesh now joining the garish belly button piercing Master had given to her for her birthday.The cruellest part of Master's beatings, Jeannie would reflect later when the pain wasn't so immediate, was that.