Chapter 3———Taylor sat in the corner of the hotel lounge away fromthe crowd but situated so she could see CoachBennington walk in th...e bar. Back home she was not oldenough to enter a bar so she was a little nervous. Ormaybe it was meeting Coach Bennington that had her alla twitter. Taylor had decided to wear her white miniand pink halter. Her legs were so tanned and it was sowarm outside that she had not worn hose. The pinkhalter looked darling on her and highlighted her tan.. I laugh at the title she gives me. "All part of the service," and tip my head to her. "But did you have, to send the chatter box to wake me up?" giving her a wounded look.Gwen looks over to Maggie and laughs. "Secret weapon."The ladies, who have been watching us join in our laughter as well.Each of them in turn comes over, hugs me and says thanks. I am not expecting this. It would have brought tears to my eyes if I could still cry so instead some of the ladies cry for me."Thank you all," I say. And it waspink. Grateful for any type of covering, he accepted it and put it on.There was a matching belt which he tied, even though he still feltshamefully exposed. His wife pressed herself up against him, took hisface in her hands, and kissed him passionately, saying, "There's my sweetlittle lezzie. My obedient pussy slave." His knees quivered at theimplications of those words. His discomfort was suddenly mixed withstrong needs. He had said before that he would do anything she required.. ” And before her shocked eyes, I pressed my tip to her pink aperture, and pushed. She squealed, her head digging into the wood, her neck striating, her back arching. Her rim dilated and twitched, indenting more and more until the resistance finally broke, and I surged into her. Her tight heat constricted around me, the smooth texture of her anal sheath wrapping my throbbing flesh, her wanting shithole sucking me deeper, past the first ring, the second, the third! She was screaming now, her arms.