The hand went further still and Angel could see a finger sliding over the girl’s moist pussy. Angel heard Emi cry out softly and realized the woman... had taken one of Emi’s dark nipples betweeh her fingers and was pinching and twisting it roughly. ‘Yes, that’s it. She likes it rough. Make her beg for it,’ Angel whispered to the woman. The woman pinched her hard again and Emi cried out as the delicious sensation went all the way to her pussy. Her hips were nearly bucking as the woman’s finger. I woke early this morning excited for the interview. After my shower I stood in my room looking into the mirror trying to decide wat to wear. Stating from the bottom I decided I need to wear high heels as the make my legs seem longer (not that they aren’t long already) with a thin pair of black stockings to bring out the shape. Obviously I would need to wear a skirt with it, looking through them I decided on my white and pink one. A nice shirt should go well with this I thought. Finding a white. “Stay away, you beast,” she laughed.“You’re mine now,” I growled dramatically and edged closer.By now, I was getting erect. Susan’s eyes widened when she saw it.“You think I’m your bitch to mount whenever you feel like it?” she said.I said. I closed the gap and pinned her to the tree, holding her wrists with one hand. “Uh-huh. And I feel like it now.”Susan just grinned as I forced her legs apart and started rubbing myself along her slit. She was already wet. I started sliding back and forth,. Afterwards would be weight training, play books, assigning positions and strings, then more speeches. There were only five that hadn't wore a jock. I guess I shouldn't have to explain the importance of protecting ones nuts, but I did anyway. I handed the five b o y s the playbooks, and told them to start studying. “Anyone that thinks you not going to have a jock tomorrow, better tell me now---I'll get you one”. Maurice Jones was the only one to raise his hand, kinda shy like. I already knew.