This wasn’t how she had imagined it would be. In her day dreaming, she had the upper hand throughout the encounter and, although she hadn’t really...thought about the mechanics in any great detail, had him at her mercy. This was completely out of her control and Mr. French was very much in charge. She stood with her back to him, trembling, unknowing and, if she was totally honest, scared shitless.He unclipped her bra which fluttered to the ground and ran a fingertip from the nape of her neck all. I moved my mouth over it and took it as far down as I could then pulled back and did the same again until I had a nice rhythm going. I was loving it and so was he judging by the moans and groans. He really did have a great cock and I did not want to stop. I got faster and faster and he whispered that he was nearly ready to come. I then stopped and asked him if he would like to go a step further and fuck me. Since sucking him was so good I figured that having him pound me from behind had to be. Chloe noddedslowly, uh-huh so you say, she thought as she sipped on her nonalcoholic sparkling raspberry flavored water. They engaged in moresmall talk, about friends, school and other things. By that point, theyhad both finished their meals, and just digesting and waiting for thecheck; Joey being the gentleman, offered to pay which was nice of him."So you were born in France, eh?" Joey asked another question, as hehad noticed that while her English was good, she still had a noticeableif a bit. “Go ahead and put a little more on it. I want to watch your motion,” he instructed.I got into my pitching stance and just threw. There was a satisfying pop in Johan’s glove.“Not full out,” Coach Herndon complained.“That wasn’t full out,” I said.“That’s good enough for the game. Throw me ten pitches just like that one.”So I did. The actual motion of throwing a pitch wasn’t hard. What I found was that my work with the Bo staff and the help from Connor Fletcher had made throwing easier for me. The.