The difference was that Lena's pussy was shaved.My cock throbbed looking at her. Lena worked her way up to my face. She kissed me and said, "Thank you...for everything. My mother is very lucky to have you as a lover."Tamara was slowly making love to my cock. I was looking down at her when Lena rose up on her knees. She then swung her luscious thigh over my head and settled her sweet bare snatch on my face. My tongue began to paint her pussy with a delicate loving touch. I avoided her clit; I. Janacone went to take care of other business, leaving me to wonder just how much abuse I was going to get, take, and absorb before I could give something back.Wayne must have heard my thoughts, because he walked up and said, "Don't over think this. We are not letting you get beaten up. The first time someone pulls a stunt like last time, the Commissioner's Office has guaranteed us that his representatives will have the umpiring crew ready to intercede, and Joe Torre will have freedom to suspend. I felt her erection pressing into my thigh, my hands cupped her boyish buttocks urging her to use my leg. My own maleness reacting to her actions while her exploring hand gripped and stroked my own growing erection. By this time Rachel was openly and unashamedly fucking my leg, her cock pushing against her damp trouser front. Frustratingly I was stuck, unable to reach around and touch her without undoing our protection and I think she knew this. Rachel withdrew her hand from my cock and looked. I looked young and vulnerable in my training bra and girlie socks,which was what I was, I guess. I was scared. That was irrational,I knew, because Smithers would die before he hurt me. I guess I wasafraid of losing the last, thin shard of my masculinity. It was a good thing Smithers was a man of action, not reflection.He had me in his arms a la Rhett Butler and was carrying me aroundthe room as he kissed me.Again, I felt totally helpless in his arms. And it was wonderful.The man tongued my.