"No one's ever refused a calling!" "No one's ever refused a calling on your watch, but it has happened. Look it up. I'm not going and you can't make m...." I sat back in my chair, stunned. Make her? I wouldn't ever try and make anyone do anything. Besides, with all her power only a god or goddess could make her do squat, and that isn't in their nature. I was at a loss for words; I had no idea what to say to her. Her resolve seemed to soften at the distress that must have been obvious in my face.. She screamed and sobbed, but few heard in that babble of shouts and screams and engine noises. And no one who did cared. The man who had her hair had pulled his cock out, hard shaft glistening with sweat. He pulled her face against him, and her mouth, open to scream, slipped right over his cock. She choked as he went too deep, squirming and writhing, but the men only laughed, moving in closer, so that she was pressed back against the wall, with a half dozen men surrounding her. A spirit of. The season went on and the team did awesome. We were winning game after game. We qualified for the playoffs for the first time in many years. Our entire town was on fire and excited for Friday night football. We won our first play off game. And our second. And our third. We had qualified for the state championship and would be playing next Saturday for the state title.That week at practice the team and coaching staff were fired up. We ran play after play--watched game films of our opponent--we. She was glad when she arrived home and gratefully closed the garage door behind her and took her packages inside. As she put them on the kitchen counter she kept thinking about what the young man had said about a bunch of his friends at the bar and grill that would be happy to service her. Her sex life had been getting pretty dull lately and she was tempted. She had really enjoyed the young man's enthusiasm for her body and it had made her wet, not just in back, but also in front. And she.