I had ordered themonline. They were full brief panties made of pink satin. On the rear ofthe panties, they had stitched letters which read "Sissy Love... To SuckCock". Below the writing there was a hole cut in the panties right overmy freshly shaven pussy trimmed with a little gather of pink lace. Theywere so incredibly sexy, I once again felt my clitty straining evenharder against its little pink plastic prison. I just knew that MistressKatana would be so pleased with my purchase.I glanced down. He gave her a pitch to hit. And hit it she did. And again. And again. And still again.It was great. She was spraying base hits all over the place."You can hit, too?" I asked her in between pitches."Damn right I can hit. I have no power, but I can put the ball in play and get on base."She just kept hitting, and hitting, a little grin on her face with every whack. "OK, one more, Woodard," the coach yelled up. And Sinclair wound up-and hit her right in the helmet. Smack in the side of her. In seven nail biting and chest pounding fights you will have to hack, slash, bite and blow your way to victory in a no holds barred match. And we are not kidding around here. Weapons are allowed, as well as items, magic and whatever else you can think of. Only requirement is that you can carry your gear and enter the arena alone. Gnarly.”After a short pause, perhaps to gauge if I was actually paying attention or to take a breath, she continued.“Fights lasts until one participants gives up or. Well, I just don't know what to do."Sandy was ten years older than Jane. They had become friends from almost the first day Jane and Brandon had moved into the neighborhood five years ago. Since then, Sandy had become a big sister and best friend wrapped into one and Jane often asked her for advice."Jane," Sandy said calmly, putting her hand on her friend's shoulder. "Have you talked to him about it?" I found it after he left for work this morning," Jane told her."Stan and I sometimes watch.