I already knew what the problem was---dirt poor. Rather than embarrass him n front of the others, I motioned for him to follow me outside, and we took... a seat on the bleachers. “So what's up, Maurice ?.” “Shit Matthew, you know what the problem is---my parents don't have no money. And it's not just the jock—still gotta get a cup, socks, and cleats”. I looked down at his feet—even the sneaks he was wearing were ragged out. “So dude—you try out—you make the team, probably first string, and you got. She was staring intently the bar area and after a while smiled at her husband who was sitting next to her.“What do you reckon, the young guy on the left, or the older one on the right?”Felicity waited for his reply. It came after some thoughtful consideration.“The older guy, you may as well earn your reward,” her husband told her.“Don’t you think he will be an easier target?”“Not really, married men always think twice before jumping in.”“What makes you think he’s married?”“Gut feeling.”“How. He swallowed some, but saved a little for a wonderful French-kiss snowball for me. We kissed for a while, and I stroked his cock so gently that he was shaking, I told him to lie back on the bench and lift his knees back. Now with full access to his exposed and twitching ass, I kissed all around his hole, then lapped at it with long and wet licks before finally forcing my tongue inside him. He groaned loudly with each tickling thrust of my tongue - me copying the amazing technique he had used on. With that he grabs the chain connecting the clamps and gently pulls up on them, making me gasp in pain. “You’ll learn that with a little bit of pain comes lots of pleasure.” He says as he pulls on the chain again. He returns to kissing my neck and it’s all I can do to suppress the rising sexual tension inside me.He reaches up and unties my hands and climbs off of me. “Sit-up”. Slowly I sit on the edge of my bed. My tits ache as the chain pulls down on my nipples. I want so badly to remove.