She wasn’t wearing anything under her clothing and as she laid herself down on the bed and spread open her legs, I knew this was planned, but it didn’t matter as she slowly ran her manicured fingers over her hard clit
“Fuck me”
If it was a command or a request I would never know, I just know that at that moment I was controlled by one thing, that little brain in my hard cock that was zeroing in on it’s target. The next week I was back on the field and my little charges was showing a lot of improvement, but Clive was back to his old bad habits, so I called him over and we had another prep talk. XXX So I started to demonstrate the first basics of bowling, I
