Julia stopped next to the bench, level with my right shoulder, and looked down on me with a possessive smile. Xxnx She began to jiggle about on top of me, almost as if she were in the saddle and I was her horse. She instructed me that my next duty was the pre-match briefing which, for home matches, was always held at her house on the Friday evening, with food and drink provided. As well as acting as a human support, Mercedes was perfectly placed to ram two fingers in and out of my open cunt. Actually, I was as pretty and as innocent as home-baked apple pie – sweet and naive, and blushing with embarrassment. Then she smacked my rump, and shooed all four of us girls into the showers to clean up before we could go home.




















