You love cum... You love to be fucked in the ass... You will obey your master... Sex with women makes you sick... Only your mother excites you... You ...ove to suck cock... You crave humiliation... Over and over this played in his head, never stopping. All the while pictures of cocks dominated his vision. Pain, pleasure, voices, pain, pleasure, voices, relentless, over and over. You love cock... You love cum... You love to be fucked in the ass... You will obey your master... Sex with women makes. Those thighs of hers started pumping her up and down on top of me. She took me all the way, slamming our pubic bones together each time as she grunted. Jesus, I wouldn't last long like this and I knew it. After a few more strokes her mouth was open and she had her eyes closed again, she was almost in a trance as sweat broke out on her brow as she pumped herself with my cock over and over, harder and harder. So trance-like was she that she didn't even notice when some saliva fell from her gaping. Finally she wrapped the towel around her and left the room. Now I could see all of her, all be it from behind, the towel coming to mid-thigh, what lovely legs! Thinking this was as much as I would see I started to turn away, but no she was coming back maybe I'll wait a little longer. She returned to the bathroom got whatever she needed and turned back down the hall again, this time though half way down the hall the towel fell away till she was holding it in one hand dragging it along beside. "But wouldn't you rather sit in the BirdSports' box? We've got a luxury box at Oriole Park -- it's great! Glassed in. Air-conditioned. Beer, Coke, food -- you name it. I'll get you a pass into the box -- OK?" Gosh, Josie, that would be great!" You'll still have to go to Will Call, I guess, to pick up the pass, but don't worry, I'll see to it. It won't be a problem." I'm dressed kinda casually," I warned."It's a ballgame, Freddie," she said. "Even in the luxury boxes, people don't dress up.