"Della, this is Mr. James," Simone introduced. "Mr. James this is Della Conrad, Mr. Guilford's administrative assistant. Della Conrad held her hand ou...t as we were introduced, and we shook."A pleasure meeting you Mr. James," adding a smile equal to the one Simone the receptionist was wearing. "If you'll come with me, Mr. Guilford is looking forward to meeting you."Simone offered to take my helmet and then I followed Della and wondered at the magnitude of the reception I was being given. There. Hello NO!!! I stood eyeball to eyeball with five rapid jersey-clad fans desperate for whatever I could offer to turn the tide in our favor. It was evident to anyone looking that I wasn’t wearing a bra and I wasn’t about to bare my breasts for any team, even my team. The play clock was ticking down, their urgency became insistent. I was resolute. My hubby quickly removed his jersey and tossed it to me. I pulled it on quickly. We all simultaneously turned and watched the play: 3-2-1; delay of. I felt better knowing that all these emotions were real and that I hadn’t been mistaken about Jennifer’s intent. She was control personified but it was amazing when translated to sex. She knew just how to handle me to make it amazing and intimate but also rough and dominating. That perfect balance between fear and lust, pain and pleasure. A few minutes went by and then Jennifer slid her hands over my skin and I pushed my body up into her caress. She kissed my neck and I shivered, goose bumps. I then inserted my penis in her vagina. She was already a mother of a kid to which she had given a normal delivery hence it was easy insert for me.She just flow the liquid second time meanwhile, I kept on fucking her for next 5 min. She kept on saying aahhh aahhh aahhh. Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard. I love your dick. You fuck much better than my husband. There was a sound of aahhh aahhh aahh. And eee eee eee. I was fucking her while she was lying on her back and I was fucking her by her legs in.