If you want something, then just say it!" I commanded."I want you to fuck me, master! Like how you did it the last time!" Mmm... no," I responded. Des...ite being horny as hell, I had other plans for her. I ignored her pleas and complaints and resisted my own urges.Instead, I commanded Terri to go to her room and look in her closet. When she came back, she was holding a slutty French maid outfit. I had to laugh aloud at that. Her face turned bright red in defiance."I...I..." she stuttered. It. If he could act as a sounding board in the future, he wanted to be prepared.He knew that was unlikely. This was the last day of the real-life "fantasy camp" the past two weeks had been. In the morning, he would be sent to the rookie camp and if he saw Brock Miller again at all it would be from a distance. The same was true with Randi Darby and Meredith Van Landingham and Josh Hart and Al Perez and, probably Fred Hartman and Rafael Mendoza, too. They would be in the high minors, one or two steps. Cynthia sucked on her cigar, watching the end glowing bright red and smiled. “I have had great teachers over the past week” she replied.“But for some reason I think it was you and your cigar that sent her into her far away places. I have to tell you that was the most intense and erotic thing I have witnessed the whole time I’ve been here. I know it hurt more on her clit than on her nipples, but the mental there was so much more intense. Watching her eyes as you ever so slowly brought the end of. She was already aroused beyond dignity, his fingers feeling hot slickness even through the fabric of her stretch pants. Pathetically, the slut was wetter than any other time he'd taken her, just from watching him fuck and snuff someone else. A whimper left her as he roughly yanked off her pants and panties, tossing them away to expose her naked slit and shapely thighs to the entire room. Everyone saw what he had felt, then. Many women had left, but those that remained knew that despite her.