I laid around the house till 6pm. I took a quick shower and shaved a few small hairs on my body. I looked in the mirror. My athletic 6ft 4 frame wa...s in pretty good shape. I start training in a few weeks for football again. I put on some tan cargo pants and a tight dark blue polo shirt. I put one some tight white boxer briefs. I slipped in some black sandals, as I reached down to pick up my gym bag. My parents told the Whiteman’s I had no life and could stay over night and come home in. " What's going to become of our life?" For now, nothing. You can continue as if nothing ever happened. Yourboys can continue to play ball and your lives go on as normal. Wellprotect you. The only thing different will be the presence of ouragents. We know you're a coach for your son's little league team and theonly difference will be extra spectators in the stands. It's what comesafter you testify. We won't be able to continue to protect you andthat's why I mentioned the witness protection. Plus a face transplant. Oh and maybe fix that skin," says Robert, getting into the swing now."Enough, Rob," I say, pretending for a second to be annoyed with him for being so horrible about how Cynthia looks. Only for a second though because we're soon getting busy again.Cynthia is crying now. Crying but still stood there.I giggle at the situation I've engineered, how unhappy she looks, and I stroke and squeeze Rob's erection through his jeans. At the same time he starts nibbling my ear and his. Becki rose up from the floor, pussy juice spilling down her thighs: "Come here you beauty; I need to rip your uniform off, and stuff that truncheon up your tight arse".Lizzie: "Now I'm off duty, I was hoping to find you here, you little slut. I'm going to handcuff you to something and make you scream for a climax".Natalie sank to the floor, completely fucked up by Kurt, pulling Lizzie down with her, kissing her hard on the lips.A small crowd of girls surrounded the pair, unsure why this woman.