She smiled back.A flutter rippled through me. We walked across the sands, leaving the cool, desert night air behind and stepping into......a room full... of treasure. Not the beautiful, lush garden I had witnessed, but a strongroom filled with riches to beggar the mind. I gaped, whirling around. It held more wealth the the Great Vault of Raratha. Statues of gold, cast in the shapes of comely women and handsome youths stood among huge gems carved into prancing unicorns or soaring griffins. Stacks. . For some reason this meeting felt different. “Just to let you know, I heard you talking to the guys about what you wanted to do to me, how you would, how did you put it?” Shit! “ Erm erm I don’t know what you mean” “I think you do” her voice stern, her hand reaching in the top draw of her desk her leg tapped mine the material of her boots hitting me, one hand slowly, teased one of the gloves she had pulled out, finger by finger stretching the shiny leather until it encased her whole hand. “I. She liked the sound of that. "Oh God yes, I lovethis." She closed her eyes for a moment to relish in the sensation of somerandom, hot thick cocksausage stuffing her tight pussy from behind. "Ijust wanna fuck, and fuck, and fuck...." she moaned, her head rocking backand forth. Lola giggled at her. "Looks like they did a number on your face too. Ihope you like cum?" she asked. Alicia licked her lips, tasting some of the drying jism on them. "Yeah,its alright." Lola smiled at her, "Well. "His Dad is a good man. He was the one who finally got through to him, painting a picture of life without football and what could happen if he missed the chance to put his life on track. He worked for the Bears as one of their PT's and then worked baggage at O'Hare to help make ends meet. He showed Boge what can happen if you get hurt even WITH an education. He was a scrub with the Bears for a couple years and then tore his knees up and had his PT to fall back on. Boge was on the brink of jail.