Alice lay back and surrendered, staring at the ceiling. Saliva dripped from her mouth and onto the table. A finger penetrated anus and she lost her da...mn mind.Oh, God. No, please not now. Orgasm rolled over her body like a rolling wind traveling over her. Her legs quivered and her pussy quaked despite coach’s tight grasp. She bit her lip and buried a whimper in her throat. Seconds later she was ready to cum again.“This is worse than I thought,” he said. “You’re very sensitive.” He wiped his hand. That wouldn't be pleasant. But maybe he could concoct a cover story, onethat didn't reveal their past and one where the next few Fridays would be"practice." She might even allow him to do her nails. No, he doubtedthat would work. Connie probably would dump him the moment she heard,convinced he was a pervert, for sure.On the other hand, Susie undoubtebly would be pleased if he accepted theoffer. She always encouraged Charity. She ... she LIKED Charity? Andthat kiss she gave him tonight. . Every four or five minutes Coach Donahue would have the player on the far end of the line closest to the net run around to the other end and the whole line would shift down one place. By the time the half hour was over, everyone in each line had hit to everyone in the other.Each girl would hit the ball to the girl across from her who would hit it back. Unlike the birthday game, there were no prizes given out for doing it correctly. It was pointed out with vigor to any party who didn't do it. I never saw Carl again. Mr. Moreau bragged that he knew I was thinking about running. He eliminated any possibility of that with the explosive collar. He said that he would send an assassin for me if I got out of range or somehow managed to remove the collar. He wasn't joking. He never jokes. I didn't have any choice about the things I did." Bullshit!" Art snarled, slamming his cup down, sloshing coffee onto the table, not even noticing that the spill disappeared almost instantly. "There is.