When my fingers wrapped around the large iron pole I felt relieved, like I’d found the safe point in a game of tag. I marveled at the lamp for a lon... time until I felt a calm take me, then I turned to look at the heavy, poorly painted, black door just behind me. It would have been easily missed if I hadn’t been standing by the lamp. There weren’t any signs or markings on the door or even a handle. Just the thick black paint and a poorly cut circular hole about eye level. I moved towards the. Skeeter Woodruff was now at shortstop and along with hardworking Jojo Peters at second was becoming adept at making the pivot needed for double plays. They both had trouble jumping over sliding runners, and I suspected it would not be long before I had to haul one of them off the field on a stretcher.Papa Junkins was a steadying influence at first although his range was limited forcing Jojo a bit deeper at times. We had been trying almost everyone at third including Gene Zabdev who begged me. As he followed me into the bedroom, we continued kissing before he pushed me onto the bed, holding my wrists with his hands as he moved on top of me. I struggled under him as he reached into a drawer on my side of the bed for some metal handcuffs. Holding my wrists still, he attached the handcuffs to each wrist and secured them to the bed. Then, pulling my legs further apart with his legs, he reached towards the back of my bra to unclasp it before removing the knickers I was wearing. I moaned. My cock throbbing.l, Pressing hard against my jeans. Emma then graps my polo shirt and pulls me in towards her. My bulge pressed against her mount . Pressing her red lips to mine and open my mouth and slipping her soft wet tounge in my mouth. As we stand there kissing. Her hands sliding under shirt and resting on my waist, Holding me close. Still holding my beer with one hand the other on her waist. Will puts his beer on the table and moves behind Emma. He starts to kiss her neck. She tilt's.