” The other man told her. Stacey began to sob softly in fear.“No, oh god please don’t” She begged, they all laughed. The first man lent fo...rwards and tore open her blouse. He reached down to paw at her breasts through her bra. Then ripped the bra away.“Umm, very nice tits you have there slut.” He told her as he roughly pawed at them.“Oh god, I’m not a slut, please don’t do this.” Stacey said.“All women are sluts, they all just want to be fucked hard.” He hiss back at her.“And we are. But they had decided to return home after a drive-thru dinner. They had made the switch because they were more interested in getting home, locking the bedroom door and fucking each other's brains out. They arrived to a quiet house when they walked in and didn't think much of it. Then they heard some laughing from the bedroom adjacent to their own. They decided to quietly enter their bedroom and not announce their early return. Then Paul got a rather sneaky idea. Before he and Cindy started. That evening I went to get a drink at the bar and there he was by my side, very flattering, as usual, offering to get the drinks, his arm round my waist, at the bar in public and suddenly his hand slipped to my backside, on my arse cheek, and then squeezing. I wanted him to stop but I knew if I made a fuss it would upset his wife, a lovely lady, and my parents too, who liked both him and his wife.So he squeezed my bum and did it so openly in public. And he didn’t just squeeze a bit; he had a. “You’re Tyler, right?” He nodded yes. “Congratulations, you now have snack duty for our receivers’ meetings.”“I like sprinkles,” “Cream filled, please,” and “Eclairs,” my teammates called out.“Why me?” Tyler asked.“You are the highest draft pick among the rookies,” I answered. “You probably can afford buying donuts best. If one your undrafted brethren make the fifty-three man squad, you can pass your duties over to them at that time.”“I have no idea where to...” Tyler began. I waved him.