He knows which way is best. Why is he asking me to make a decision?I am taking too long and I know he is becoming impatient. "Master, please," I start... and he raises a hand. "I will not decide," he says firmly. I take a breath. "I will read them all at once," I say, hoping I will bebetter able to fall into the pain if it happens quickly. He nods his head andplaces the crop back across my arms. I take a deep breath, bend my head, andstart to read. "One," I say. "I shall never . . ." as I read, I. Usually he slept in boxers. I set the coffee on the night stand and proceeded to take of my shirt,jeans and sandals. Lifting the covers to slide in,I found a surprise. No boxers and a hard cock. As I looked at it, I hear him put out a giggle and then say, "I was waiting for you". What a nice morning surprise I told him. Sliding in, with the covers back.. I took his hard cock in my hands and started massaging it. Leaving over, I took the head in my mouth and sucked it in. Pulling him back out, I. We didn't get a chance to see the professor after the game, because of all the confusion with the press. I imagine Mr. Hiroka figured it out all right.I didn't get a shot at the Angels in either of the following two games, but we took two out of the three and were ready to go home at last. Finally, maybe the club would find a translator to make Shiggie's life -- and my life -- a little easier.We had an off-day on Monday after the cross-country flight, and when we got to Baltimore-Washington. Jack was about to give another wave back when a hand came up from behind and clasped itself across Jack’s bare shoulder.This hand on Jack’s shoulder made Jack nearly jump out of his skin. His mind raced back to their alleyway ordeal just yesterday afternoon and he suddenly had visions of those three no-hopers coming at him and Susan again. Jack spun around quickly and nervously and was most relieved to discover that this was not the case. Instead Jack found himself looking intently at a young.