Her name is AlidaFair, kind, beautiful. She is destined to become the leader of the great kingdom someday. She enjoys art, poetry, fancy clothing, and...childish panties.And has a habit of "accidentally" putting herself if embarrassing situations.Some say that she doesn't even know it's happening. But in reality, she does it on purpose.She loves the embarrassment, the humiliation, the exposure. Something to escape her everyday life of being royaltyOften she leaves her dress in her room before. That didn't stop me from hitting 68 in 1988; it just made it more interesting. I was hitting pitches that no sane person would swing at. I got Gehrigs record, too. The hitting streak now stood at 87 games.When you know where the pitch is going to be, it's much simpler to hit. If I could reach it, I could drive it. After the games I got my updates from Rhonda. She was just as busy but still played information manager. She took the raw information and fed me a condensed version.Before games and. “Hmm ... I don’t know...”Emma spoke before Jess could say anything further.“I think he should be allowed to cum,” Emma said decisively. “He was nice enough to let me fuck him in the ass. He shouldn’t have to stay like that,” she said, pointing at my erection.Jess continued frowning as she considered.“Well, don’t forget that he ENJOYS what you did. Here’s what I’m thinking though...”She leaned over and whispered into Emma’s ear for more than a minute. Emma’s eyes widened at one point and darted. I started to really concentrate, and felt the moment when I slipped into slow motion. Every other time it just sort of happened, and was an involuntary reaction. This was the first time I really felt the change taking place. It was a weird sensation.I started to focus and unfocus trying to drop in and out of slow motion. This of course did nothing to help me on my swing, since I was barely paying attention to connecting with the ball. But after a few minutes I found that sweet spot, where I.