Playoffs? Yes. American League Championship Series? Yes -- once, three years back. But the World Series? Nope. Not in five years.Maybe this year.I was...still being used as a spot reliever. Usually, I would come in to face one batter and then, bye-bye. A couple of times, when we were winning big or losing big, Paul would leave me in for an inning, or even two, but more typically, it was Slay the Left-Handed Monster-Hitter and then go back into my cage.Fortunately, far more often than not, I was. JOSH: I didn’t know that. SOMEONE didn’t tell me! When she sat on me, it was gross! Some random girl’s privates squashed against my face!NICOLE: Oh, come off it, Josh! That’s every guy’s wet dream!JOSH: Not mine! It was degrading to have some random girl pressing her asshole to my mouth and my nose up her veejay while she ignored me!NICOLE: I’m playing the world’s smallest violin for you, LOL.JOSH: And did you see her bush? She had a fucking jungle down there! It was so gross! It stank of old. Otherwise everyone would have heard me screaming. Frank pulled out and came all over my stomach. At this moment Ed moved between my legs and asked Frank and Morgan to hold my legs open. He started to push his way inside and I was in the sweetest pain you can imagine. I felt I was being spread wide open by his massive cock and wanted more of him. Once he was inside me he gave me sometime to adjust and started moving. He started to make me cream all over him and when he was at full speed I. Helen also voluntarily did her rounds of the villagers, both men and women, happily serving their sexual needs with all gusto. Pretty soon, Helen began assimilating herself into village life, joining the natives as they hunted, picked food and grew rudimentary crops, naked as the day she was born.One day, much to Helen’s surprise, one of the native men started courting her. Though her status in the village as the village whore was only slightly higher than that of a beast, Helen remained quite.