Mark said, “Ant is gone.” Everybody went silent. Justin went white.Then Mark added, “He isn’t coming back.”Coach asked Mark, “What do you ...mean, he isn’t coming back?”“He isn’t coming back to the team. He told me that he couldn’t do it,” Mark said.Coach followed, “Are you saying that he quit the team, son?”Still crying, Mark answered, “Yeah. I’m sorry. I let Ant down. I let everybody down.” Mark stared at Zach.Everybody looked relieved, Justin in particular. The buzzer sounded. The referees came. "I'm your whore, David. Cleaning your cock, regardless of where it's been, is a privilege for me. In fact, the idea of it being inside my dirty ass makes the act all the more meaningful to me." Fuck, you ARE a nasty slut." I said in amazement."Mmmm, but I'm YOUR nasty slut." She moaned.I reached down, grabbing her t-shirt above her jeans and pulled it up. Melanie lifted her arms, helping me in pulling it off and dropping it on the floor. She tried to turn, but I held her in place. I wanted to. I don't know if his cock was getting even bigger or whether it was just my pussy clamping onto him but it felt really good. I climaxed right there and then. My mind was spinning; I tilted my head back up briefly as my pussy growled around his shaft. Roger must have felt my pussy twitching and grinding because he came inside me soon after. I felt his hot juice enter me deep inside. He held his cock deep inside me until he had his cum completely drained. It felt wild. I could feel it all. At least, I know what they want, maybe if I dont put up too much of a fight I will make it easier on myself. Completely nude, I feel the first set of hands on my breast, squeezing, measuring their weight. At five foot four, and a hundred twenty pounds, my tits arent large, just enough to fill a mans hands. I never gave much thought to my bust size, aside from measuring for bras I hardly notice them it all. Whoever this was with the hands noticed, and I felt the first zip of arousal when he.