The dildo was forced forward until the base of the plug was pressed flush against her skin. She couldn’t wait for the next one. “No, not really.”
Erica was still quiet. “Willow, can you get Erica out of there? Help Erica get dressed while I open the box.”
Willow nodded, surprised. “Oh, right. In that part of the track, at least. I mean, she probably won’t recognize him, or any of them, and I bet she knows everyone on the football team.”
The two women were silent as they digested those words. Willow looked at Erica in surprise. Not nearly as bad as Willow. Also a small amount of the anal dildo. “Have fun, Erica. Help Erica get dressed while I open the box.”
Willow nodded, surprised. Erica’s large breasts, with her thin areolas and puffy pink nipples, were hanging heavy on her chest. Rachel clicked her tongue. There was always the chance, or more likely the certainty, that some of the guys were going to be people she knew. I forgot that we were supposed to do that.
