Her other had is on his back now. running along his muscles. she thinks of his kiss again and the tung that she lets past her lips. he in her briefs ...has moved around to her leg. it inches closer the the front, driving a place just behind her pubic bone to lust, she is aware of the sticky warmth between her legs, his hand creeps closer. fingers brush her hair, tickling the top her her leg. and then his index finger is between her lips, wet with her sex, she moans at the pressure griping his but. I walk towards him. He sees me and rolls down his window. "Hey, I saw you checking out my package in there."It's my turn to blush. "Oops, sorry about that. I meant nothing bad." No problem," he says. "Do you want to see what you were curious about?" Hell yes," I reply.He pushes his seat back, opens his belt, pulls his zipper down, lifts his butt off the seat and, with both hands, pulls down his pants and underwear. He reaches under his cock and pulls his nuts up from between his legs. His cock. And forth ... and back ... and forth...And back ... and forth ... and back ... and forth...Sandy had gone so deep that when a hand stopped the metronome she was too far gone to even notice. She felt herself rising out of her chair and following someone out of her apartment. She got into a car and immediately obeyed a command to "Sleep!"The rest of that evening had been a blur. She knew that she was with her Mistress, and that her Mistress had led her into the restaurant. There was someone else. We left overtime still tied. That meant a shootout. First up, Nick Brassard of the opposing team. He skates down center of the ice, picks up the puck, he shoots...and misses! To my excitement, Rick was chosen for the next attempt. Again, he skates down center ice, picks up the puck, he shoots...and it's GOOD! The arena lit up with cheers and energy; Rick just won the game for us! He skates back to the bench, after celebrating with the team on the ice. And while I'm clapping, he says something.