I was on the edge and had to keep going till my body exploded. Yet again I heard the ringing of the bell. "Go away!" my mind screamed as I was finall... able to block out the sound. I heard a guttural moan and realized it was me. My fingers were dancing over my clit as the fingers of my other hand grabbed the vibrator on the shelf by me and thrust it deep inside my pussy. My moan started to rise to a scream as I hit the button to start the vibrator and my journey into ecstasy. I rotated the. We had handled the Twins with uncharacteristic ease, and we felt good about it, because they were a tough, tenacious bunch.But even tougher for us, season-long, had been the Oakland A's. Oakland had to face the White Sox in their first-round playoff series, and the Oriole players paid attention, because we had scuffled against Oakland every time we'd faced them, over the past two seasons.Most of the time, sportswriter-talk about "matching up" with other clubs was just that -- talk.But we really. “Well I just have a problem with all the submissive-dominant bullshit, and most girls seem to be really into it,” I confessed.“Rest assured I’m not one of them.” Julia grinned. “I might like some strong language, though.” She winked playfully. “And a bit of physical force. But not in an abusive way.”“Language and force are fine with me, as long as those are not in harness with humiliation or pain. I like to use a bit of strength on a woman, but I think it’s sick to wish to hurt and degrade a. She would always clean me off after sex, sometimes giving me a long blowjob after. I was slow, deliberately leading her down the path where she would submit to any of my needs. Morgan and I were in the family room watching TV dance show. I put on a video of girls twerking. “ Morgan baby, can you twerk for me.” “You mean like the video?” “Yea, can you.” “Bob, I love you. I’ll do whatever you want.” Morgan started to dance and twerk. “That’s beautiful Morgan.” “Drop your shorts now.” .