A roaring fire that Kit realized was causing so muchheat was blazing in a pit near the center of the room, casting eerie shadows.The effect was almost...hypnotic on Kit and she scarcely realized that Georgewas leading her toward a steel tripod near the fire pit. As she stood beneath the tripod, she felt her arms lifted high over her head.Looking up, she watched as George attached her wrists to clips hanging fromthe top. Her toes could barely touch the floor when he had finished and shelooked at. But every other pitch I heard ‘Sorry!’ and had to dust myself off. I saw Coach Boyd’s smirking face each time I hit the dirt, which pissed me off. I figured the best way to get even was to focus and send this kid back on whatever bus he’d arrived on.I stepped out of the box, took a couple of deep breaths, and felt myself drop into the zone. The next pitch was low and inside. I saw it release from his hand and was on it early. I drove it down the first base line. The next pitch was on the outer. I speeded up and started pressing into her on each stroke. At the same time I reached round with my spare hand and rubbed her clit. We were cumming. My sperm surged into her as the spasms gripped us, with her pussy pulsating wildly and my cock thrusting and spurting, thrusting and spurting, again and again, until we were spent.I was still recovering, holding her pinned over the chair for a minute or two, when the door opened and Sally and the girls came in, all grinning at the sight of us,. One of them put his gun to his shoulder so I dusted them off a bit." Junior could hear the stress in Jessica's voice, although it remained clear and concise. "Don't think I hit anyone, we were already moving and it was a snap shot, but they sure dived for cover." After a short pause she continued, "Everybody's buttoned up back here, and as far as I'm concerned we can just keep going all night."Junior acknowledged her report before digging out the atlas he had packed. Studying it for a moment,.