Please. I'll never tell anyone, I promise. I just want to go home. My family and friends will be worried. I'm begging you...” She pled, searching hi... face for mercy. “It's funny how you people always beg. Like I'd let you leave? Face it, Nikki, you belong to me now. For however long I please.” He then proceeded to grab her 36C breast and give it a hard squeeze. She screamed out, and he squeezed even harder, taking both breasts into his hands and brutally twisting her pink nipples. “Stop!. It felt nice.He pushed. The tip of his turgid erection pushed into her about an inch. Angela gasped, surprised but pleased. "That's dangerous..." she cooed back at him, wiggling her ass to get him situated a little better inside her.While it had been a while since they had last made love, it had been almost a year since they had "played" with unprotected sex. It was always exciting; the realization that if he lost control he would fill her with his (no doubt) potent sperm. He seemed to. Tommy and I celebrated in my bedroom that evening before he went home.That was our most exciting game so far that season. The next two games were more or less routine with us winning without ever being behind. Our next game was a bit different. I was pitching, and my knuckleball was spectacular. My other pitch was still my fastball that I used for my changeup. By this time, our manager, Mr. Johnson, had enough confidence in us that he let Tommy call all of my pitches unless he had something. " I agree, but I don't mind. Not that much." You're lying," he said. The smile took any sting from the words. "I was never all that good with women and guessing what went on in their heads, but I know you hate putting out for him. Hell, what can I do but say I sympathize with you?" That's good enough," Velvet said, reaching out and resting her slender hand on his arm. She was pleasantly surprised at the flow of muscle under his old shirt. He might not dress well but he kept himself in top-notch.