When he was done pissing he released her and she fell against the bench, retching, coughing, gasping for air as the team again cheered in triumph. She could smell sweat and grass and mud. The door burst open behind her, Trevor having clad himself hastily in a pair of exercise shorts. When it finally subsided there was no part of her that was not thoroughly saturated. The very thought was hysterical. As she lay on her bed, her free hand unconsciously began to stroke her lower belly and move downwards, creeping into her panties, as she gradually eased her frustrations and faded off to sleep. Apparently it was only nine-thirty, which meant they expected to keep her here for at least the next two hours. Finally when the van did reach it’s destination she was bodily carried out again. The process repeated with mechanical, well trained efficiency. She slid into the back seat as the coach circled around the car and entered the driver seat. “I thought we were, but that was never a rule.
