Use me. Make me lick your asshole."I swallowed hard as Mya spoke in between slow laps of her tongue against my balls. "That's what I really want," she...explained. "I've been thinking about that a lot lately. Me in my little white wedding dress, on my knees in some bathroom somewhere with my tongue up your ass." My subtle moans serves as ample encouragement as her tongue flicked down under my balls, venturing further with every passing second. "Would you like that?" she asked, pushing my legs up. What is up?" You know why we are here, so let's make this as painless for you as possible" Ben replied in a harsh tone."Ash man. I just picked them up and they are good ones two. Not often you find two good ones like this." So much better. I have an urgent need for them so let's just have a look and then I'll tell you what you get or if you prefer you can discuss it with Larry here." Ben said in a very determined tone of voice.Blackie the pimp knew there wouldn't be any wheeling and dealing and. You couldn't even shut up her up whenshe was in full flow as little Katie and now she is as silent as a stone.All that childish babbling and giggles whilst cute could be a littlewearing after a while she thought. She was a good actress to be able toportray a child enjoying herself so well and with such hidden skills, eventhe giggles seemed real.A cold feeling began in the pit of her stomach and spread rapidly throughher body like iced water. For once, even I cant find words to describe. We had a "travel" day which was actually unnecessary, for traveling purposes, but important for the two managers, trying to manipulate their pitching staffs to maximum advantage. We were in nice shape for Tuesday night's opener at Shea. Sure, our two best pitchers had already been used, but Tomas Ramirez was pretty damned good, and well-rested, for Game Three.Well, Tomas did OK for the first three innings, but the Mets got to him their second time through the order. Ramirez had been a National.