You know the drill.' came Coach's gruff voice. Remembering what they said today about her not being able to keep up, she quickly got up. But, the ball... clung to her butt. Her holes holding tight to the two big prongs. Coach grabbed the ball and pulled it away and she shook then quickly walked to the desk and assumed the position. Laying on her back, mouth open, legs spread she waited for them to start. Coach was first and plowed his cock right down her throat. Her body twitched and she arched. Every so often she would say "Oh God, Oh God" and her breathing would become irregular - (most Filipinas preferring to use English when they are about to cum) - and I also remember her saying something about " I need wee", or what sounded like that, and both of them laughing. I guessed she'd urinated in her excitement before she came. After that night nothing was really ever the same between me and Chi-chi. She was no longer shy now, and she knew what my angry silences and glances meant. Posing forthe cameras and smiling she stood there exposing herbreasts which had the whitest of tan lines stretchingacross and below her dark nipples where she had wornher bikini top. Beth’s young breasts turn up slightlywith hard nipples sticking into the air they werebegging someone to suck on them tonight.The three cameras were rotating around her takingpictures of every square inch of her body. She wasgracefully moving from side to side shifting her feet,leaning her shoulder forward. “And what would you have done if you were Ron?”“I would have taken my hand off my cock so I could give the full length with each stroke and used it to rub her clit with my thumb.”“Umm, sounds nice.” She muttered as she then slipped a couple of fingers between her labia lips and began thrusting them in and out. “God, is it two o’clock yet?” I asked in desperation. A look at my watch told me it was only 1.40 so still twenty minutes to go. “Fuck!” I cried in frustration. Unable to maintain my.