Come on. You have to. He orders. I try to resist for awhile but he just keeps pulling my hair and spanking me harder and harder. Youre being bad, bab.... Im going to have to fuck you extra rough if you dont stop. He warns while still delivering spanks. So, I submit and move down to him and start licking at his cock. Put it all in, baby. He says as he places his hand on my head. I put it in my mouth and bob my head up and down, but he forces my head all the way down so my face meets the base of. The sensations running through my body were as if was on fire with electric shocks.Feeling the speed of his strokes increasing, my body started to react, and I knew my orgasm would be enormous this time. He sped up again, slapping my arse in time with his thrusts. Suddenly, I felt his cock swell in me as he moaned, “I’m gonna fill your slutty arse with my cum.”The second I felt the first shot deep in my arse I screamed into the gag as my body exploded and I started to squirt. I’d squirted. Another example of boundary keeping: we’d sometimes have to crawl over each other to unpack the van — I was also the logistics coach, according to her — me careful in doing so for obvious reasons, but none the less at times ending up against parts of her I’d tried to avoid.“Boundaries. We know ours.” Barb told me more than once, our unpacking having led us to such proximities.At the end of practice, someone would yell, “American football,” and they’d chase Coach for a dogpile, after which. Not surprisingly Ann was still in the bathroom. She called out asking how the changing rooms were. I stuck my head around the door and told her about the shared showers but I didn't mention Mr. Jacuzzi or his cock. She was carefully applying her mascara and said she'd be a few more minutes before she'd be ready to go down for a pre-dinner drink.I used the time to explore our room some more, working out which piece of furniture might make a useful sex prop. The two arm chairs were just the right.