I could hit some, and I could catch and throw as well as anyone. However, as I got older, two problems in my game became apparent. One, I couldn't run...very fast. It's not that I was overweight or anything, I was just rather slow afoot. Two, for the life of me, I couldn't hit a curve ball. I never overcame the urge to go with my first instincts as soon as the pitcher released the ball, and if the ball moved in any manner other than a straight line, I'd flail away and miss. I suppose I could have. So, I would go to sleep in my bed dressed in sexy lingerie and sometimes he would come home and slip into my bed and fuck me. I never knew what nights he was going to do this but it was good sissy training for me to go to bed every night dressed and ready to fuck. Ed's favorite was for me to dress up in a sissy maids outfit, white blouse, short pleated black skirt, white stockings, garter and panty and high heels. When he came home at night, I would serve him drinks while he sat on the couch. “It’s so big.” I say with my words coming out so charged with sexuality that even to me I sound like a cock hungry whore.“You want this cock?” Bruce asks with a growl as he grab his cock and pups it a couple of times.“Yes.” I moan but then something comes over me and I find myself moving to get off the bed and speaking again.“It’s my first time though, so I should get that monster all nice and lubed up.” I purr as slide off of the bed and onto my knees with his cock hovering right in front of. Ferdinando, ever vigilant of revealing facial expressions, had noted that, although not conventionally beautiful, that tall woman had attracted admiring attention from King James Stuart, forced by his Ministers to give up his several regular mistresses upon his coronation a couple of years ago and a new-born baby Prince of Wales at home to tire his Queen to the detriment of any royal rutting.“We have the Master safe in the tower, Sire, it bein’ the bes’ place where ‘ee be locked up safe. I.