“It’s time to say goodnight, Bobby,” Wendy announced. “We’ll come back for you in the morning.”
Each of the cheerleaders in turn perched on the bed beside the naked young prisoner. They kissed his mouth and n*****s, stroked his c**k, caressed his chest, nibbled his neck and ears, each inflaming him to renewed jutting passion, giggling and taunting him in his desperate need. Then they left him alone, aroused, in the dark, to await his fate.
In the corridor, Veronica carefully locked the cell door, and the laughing cheerleaders giggled, arm in arm, all the way to the old coach’s office.
The light was on. Behind the desk was a tall swivel chair, facing away from the entering co- eds. The chair swiveled around. In it was Sharon, Bobby’s girlfriend.
“How did it go,” the blonde asked, gr
