I started to get erect my bulge was showing through my shorts, I kept watching Bri move her hand fast for a few seconds then move slowly while moaning...my name softly telling me how badly she wants me. I started to feel a lot of pressure in my cock it started to become even harder watching my best friend masturbate. I opened my door a little more to let myself in and gently closed to door behind me trying my best to not make any noise. I clinged to to the wall and started to rub myself. What she didn’t count on was her old self calling her back from her old world. As a girl of seventeen, quite by accident or, perhaps, by design, she learns to find joy in servitude to her uncle, the widower husband of her lone blood aunt. Thinking she can have both worlds, she will meet her uncle when she is called and have her guilty pleasure in the shadows and then go to try to love the man from whom she hides her sin. The dichotomy of being whore and Madonna is never absent from her mind. They have some weird bats at this place, most of which look and feel at least fifteen years old - heavy, dense, slow, with sweet spots that twang the batter's hands just like the rest of the barrel. There must have been a time when batters could feel when they'd hit the sweet spot on these bats, because it hurt just a tiny bit less. I slid the latch up on the door to the black iron cage, pushed it open, and deposited a token into the machine. I gripped the bat's handle tightly and dug my shoes. I slurped away as he laid back on the pillow, staring down his chest to watch me.“That’s a good girl,” Miyu purred.Her hand stroked my hair as her husband's dick grew in my mouth. It thickened as it lengthened and I began to gag on his full erection. It was thick and hard when I let it fall out of my mouth. I moved aside as Miyu mounted him. I held his dick for her tight little body to slide down upon it and she moaned as she inched her way down him.“Come here, baby,” Calvin said to me. “Swing.