The umpire, true to his word, promptly tossed the Yankee starter out of the game, causing a major uproar, but getting me nothing except first base. On...e again, I died there.Under the rules applicable to baseball records, if I got walked, or hit by a pitch, every time up in a game, then my streak would stay officially alive. But if I had even one legitimate at-bat in the game, where I failed to get a hit, then the streak would be over.At this point in the game, I was likely to get only two. Her eyes glazed over. "Of course, Sir," she said in a flat monotone. "I'll just lock up then." Please do," said Gregg softly, "and then come back here."Gregg watched as she walked across to bolt the museum's front door. "Good legs, tight skirt, very agreeable," he thought, still fighting against the sexual desires that threatened to disrupt his plans. Sharon was soon back in her place behind the desk."Now, Sharon," Gregg said, suddenly aware that he could achieve his next objective in the. He rubbed it allover my ass crack and kept poking it into my hole. after a while I relaxedand didn't put up any resistance and his cock went in further."You want my dick baby? ...I'm gonna put it in you ...gonna make you my slutgirl."My ass opened. I let him do what he wanted. His fat tool slid into me and Iheard him groan. I was impaled on a hard dick , I tried to pull away but his fullweight came down on me ,pressing me into the couch. I was now on my stomach, my ass pushed into the air and a. Makes me feel ever so proud that you're with me!”Debbi reminded herself that she wasn't looking for an affair. But she and Gary were such a good fittogether. She'd had more fun tonight than at any time during her marriage. She had some seriousthinking to do, that was for sure.They dozed a while, woke up a couple of hours later and started fucking again immediately. “Doyou like anal?” Gary asked her as he pulled out of her cunt. “Yes, but I've not done it for years. Myhusband doesn't like it.”.