He knows I’m dying for him to tell me what happened, what they said, what was decided.I finally had to ask. “How much did you tell him?”He said,... “Not much. I told him I found a girl who’s willing to pose for us. I didn’t tell him who she is. He’s coming over as soon as he gets home and picks up his camera and a couple of lenses.”“He has no idea it’s me or that there’s a chance I might do more than pose? And he doesn’t realize we want him to take pictures of us together of course, since he. Everything in the gymnasium went silent for me at the moment as I zeroed in on the rim and threw down a monstrous, two-handed, Tomahawk dunk. The wild eruption in the gym didn’t register with me until after I landed, and stared at the Saints’ assistant coach for a couple of seconds.It took Coach Williamson’s yelling, “Pick ‘em up! Pick ‘em up!” to snap me back to reality.I quickly found Stryboshe along the baseline waiting on a teammate to retrieve the ball and throw him the entry pass. I. He was her submissive partner in crime, her obedient slave, someone who loved to beg for her mercy, for a chance to get a look, to be given the chance to enjoy in her amazing ass. While she was dressing up, late Friday evening, he knocked on her door shivering with anticipation. She was already in the dominatrix outfit, a beautiful leather corset, and straps that left her bubble but exposed. She took her whip, locked the door behind him and had him begging on the floor in a matter of. “You forgot that your husband was coming?” She nodded her head. “Maybe I should invite him in to watch us.” She shook her head no, almost violently. I pulled my cock out and whispered, “Then you tell her to have him wait and that you’ll be done in a minute.”“Joyce, I’ll be finished here in a moment or two, please have Mr. Barnes wait for me in the teachers lounge. Oh, and Joyce please get him a cup of de-caf coffee, don’t let him have the regular.”“Yes ma’am.”“That was good Melody; now let’s.