She smiled and said thank you sir. I gave her the once over when she wasn’t looking. She had her on version of the little black dress, seamed stocki...gs and 5 inch strappy CFM ???? heels. I wonder if she got the idea for the stockings and and toe jewelry from Deanna as they swapped info about men over the years. She was wearing toe rings on both 2nd toes with red nail polish. Like Deanna, she had beautiful feet.Not Deanna caliber but still gorgeous. A gold anklet completed her foot jewelry. I. Some in accents of various kinds. He woke up with words in his ears.“Come… we need you… we want you”Would he getting crazy after all? It was what Lumière thought as he left the bed and scrambled around the house, as the voices continued to call his name. He tried to know where it was, but to no avail. When he went to his lab… the voices became bigger.“What is going on?”His lab had every single security system he could pay, with several layers of identification sources, from voice to his eyes.. I slid out from under him and sat on the seat looking at my cum soaked twat. “I need to get cleaned up and dressed so that I can get into the club.” I told him. “We’ve all been out here for nearly an hour.” I said. “They won’t miss you to much.” the driver said jokingly as he pulled my legs apart and slid me onto my back. The driver’s cock was still hard as he quickly pushed it back into my gaping, cum filled hole. I tried to push him off but he held my arms to the side. He laid on top of me,. Not much of a statistic, but I was happy. And my ERA was going to move down a tad.Amy was cheerfully perched in her first-row seat next to Paul Warren's end of the dugout, and he actually exchanged a few words with her, twice, late in the game, when I was already out of it and sitting on the dugout bench. I wanted to walk down and say hello to Amy, but it would have meant standing in front of the Manager, Paul Warren, and I figured he wouldn't appreciate it that much.Anyway, ol' Ame was going.