Match ups are part of the fun of the game. I was looking forward to the next game in the series against the Royals, because they had Alphonso Cardenez...scheduled to pitch, and I owned the guy.Cardenez was a damned good pitcher. You had to be good to win more games than you lose, pitching for the Royals. But against me, he was meat. I had hit him in April in our earlier series with Kansas City. I had hit him when we were both in the minors. He was my cousin. I knew it. He knew it.Meat.Only,. It's all my fault. Here! Let me make it better."She went to her knees in front of me and before it even registered on me what she was going to do she had my cock out and in her hands."Oh it's a nice one! Much better than Tommy's and almost as nice as my husbands" and then she took it in her mouth.I'm ashamed to say that I came almost immediately, but Mrs. Rose had more surprises in store for me. She kept my dick in her mouth and swallowed every bit of my cum and she kept her mouth on me until I. Sometimes I had everyone believe that the victims fought back, sometimes it was attributed to a 'good Samaritan' who always had a different description. Once I even had everyone believe that one of the crooks, a guy on his first stick-up, had had a change of heart and stopped his partner halfway through the robbery. This got him off easy with the courts and I made sure he took his life in the right direction after that.That leaves us with the worst of the worst. Those whose crimes were so. ” He picked up the remote that was sitting in his lap and pressed the pulsate button. The instant he hit the button we heard Jeanette slightly moan. He called into the kitchen, “Remember you have to tell me when you’re about to cum, ‘Slut’.” We heard her say, “Ok.” He held up the remote and hit the high button. We heard her fumble the pan on the oven. “Ok what.” “Ok, Master.” He smiled at us and hit the pulsate button again. He looked back at us, “Now was I?” Amanda was holding onto every word.