Her body shook andshe snorted her displeasure. It was a big clit as clits go and his pinchingit hurt – a lot. The snort from her jolted him and he s...opped for a fewseconds then started up again. "You like this shit don't you bitch?" he said. "No,don't bother answering that." He looked into her eyes and saw something inthem that didn't quite register. Her nostrils were flaring and her chest washeaving. He pinched some more just to get another snort. She didn't disappoint him.He took his hand. Lifting him out was a little difficult, but once he was out and on the floor, I drug him down the hall to my small bedroom which had a steel cage bolted to the floor. I cut his neoprene suit open, removed the tubes and plug, pushed him into the cage, and locked the door. He would wake up in a few hours, oh the joy of a new pet!I got a few things together, filled the trough I had installed against my living room wall, and decided to relax I would go out shopping. I place a bowl of water through. Kay’s pussy opened for him, and swallowed his length inch by inch. Wrapped so tight around him he thought he would cum just from her tightness. He started to pump his shaft into her. “Ohhhh, yess, oh yess..” Kay moaned at the pleasure of his hard cock stretching and filling her tight pussy. She pressed her back to him, meeting his thrusts, wanting him deeper. Joe’s pumping became faster and harder, he let out a low guttural moan as he rammed her pussy harder and harder. His hands on her hips,. That was comforting, but I wondered what I'd have to hit to reach my true goal of .407 -- one point better than The Splendid Splinter, Ted Williams.When we headed back to Baltimore, I had hit safely in 50 consecutive games. I was the first guy, other than Joe DiMaggio, to have ever reached that 50-game plateau.It had been a rewarding road trip. Sandy had been with me for the whole week, and (unlike earlier road trips) she had been entirely happy about being there. Besides, we were lovers now,.