Gasping, Hope struggled against him, but she didn’t mean it. She’s caught in the slick web of intrigue. The padding around her areolas suddenly se...med too tight. Her dress hung longer on each stretch of skin, flowing like water over her warm body. ‘Well,’ she panted, ‘what’s so urgent?’ Standing in the shade, she glanced back over at the parking lot- the crowd was slowly diminishing. She couldn’t stay long- she didn’t want to be alone. Not with a stranger. ‘Your fun.’ ‘My- my what?’ She. My legs were bleeding in several places. My hands so unsteady I had nicked myself in several places. I pulled on the black corset and attached the black stockings to the garter clips. I shivered as the panties moved up my freshly shaved legs. The stockings felt incredible as they rubbed together on my legs. I sat and applied my makeup: foundation, mascara, eye shadow, lipstick and blush. I pulled the dress on over my head and struggled to zip it up. I hadn't worm the fake nails that morning so. After about 6 weeks every single person either stopped coming or was on vacation so that left just me and coach. My suspicions about him patting my ass was clearly becoming more touchy and one day when he did it he rubbed his finger on my asshole for a brief second and pretended like it was no big deal. After workin out with him I always showered and now that i was by myself Coach started showering with me and even though he was on the opposite side, his dick was rock hard but he always tried. It was the first time I had seen them all laughing at one time, and tonight it happened over a dozen times. As I said, they were laughing hard, because they were laughing at me.Marge and I were lying in our separate beds, the lights were out, and the room was silent, when Marge asked, "Would you tell me about this afternoon?" Only if you come over here where I don't have to shout," I said.I heard her snicker, but she moved to my bed and I sat upright, placing the pillows behind my back. I.