A girl I recognised as the drummer's girlfriend was sprawled on her back on the double bed, completely naked and her head thrown back in obvious ecsta...y. Between her legs was the blonde head of her slender daughter who cannot have been older than eleven. I could not believe what I was seeing, Sarah was letting her daughter lick her pussy, and from the sound of it, she was doing a pretty good job. My cock instantly hardened in my jeans and I started to think that I should just leave and forget. Whether our team is undefeated or at the bottom of the standings, these guys are so intent on the outcome it seems like a matter of life or death. I watch too (I love college football too, buff young studs in tight pants, what’s not to love?) but I usually position myself behind their couch to avoid the endless barrage of pop-corn, pretzels and empty beer cans and expletives lobbed at our big screen TV.This weekend was mostly the same drill until it wasn’t.I was wearing a tank top and shorts; I. Like having a waiter in a fancyrestaurant jerk off in your coffee. Or the grocerydelivery boy pop off real fast in your car in theparking lot. Stuff like that!”“Hmmmm. Yes, that could a been really hot!” agreedNikolette. “And we could keep track of each of the ways thatwe get them to do it! Yeah, that’s great!” she clappedher hands excitedly. “When do we start?”“Right now, if you’re game!”Forty-five minutes later found the ladies. The wetness between my legs was started to creep down my thighs. In the time it had taken me to walk around the car, Master had retrieved a beach towel from the back seat. When I opened his door, he handed me the towel. “Kneel on this. You have made me very excited tonight, Slut, both by your obedience and your disobedience. I can see you are coming along, but I know you have so far to go. I’m hard, Pet and you will suck me dry.” I practically jumped up and down and clapped my hands at his.