I still loved hearing the sound of well hit baseball coming off my bat. It became something of a competition of the pitchers to see who could avoid ge...ting a hit by me.The machine was just too easy, as it gave continuous balls in the main strike zone. They could be a faster pitch than you were used to, and in different areas of the strike area, but you should be able to adapt easy enough.The other side of the batting cage was used for the pitchers who had turned up. They tried to trick us with. A lump where there ought not be a lump, hills where there should be valleysand a sack where there ought be gaping, aching lips waiting my tongue to tease the walls to gushingwaterfalls, and I think to myself "Shit, of all the panties I could be landing, I find myself in tranny's."But it's too little, too late, as my cock's a rock, and not likely to soften lightly any time soon. Besides,Meghan knows she's got the upper hand while she's standing, and I'm on my knees, mouth apingsurprise up to her. .. and let me in... The more you struggle, the more it's going to hurt... And I don't care, bitch... Just take it!... You're here to please me!... You dirty little fuck-toy!"Tom grabbed my neck as he pushed in. With a slight plop, he was past the tender spot. I let out a big sigh of relief, and Tom stuffed all of his 10 inches into my ass in one very slow, but relentless thrust forward. Where he let it rest for quite some time. Tom was 10-inches long, but thankfully not to thick. Staring me. You are my sweetheart, my ego, my passion, my lord. I pledge to never take issue and any fights against you on matters dealing with my own self-interest and guilt. I do get self-interested at times just like everyone else out there. But I to finish get conscience-stricken and ashamed like the others. Forgive me if I annoy you please. Before your advent into my being, I was silently wishing for a man, one who would seriously love me, one who would take excellent care of me, one who would love.