" I'll bet. How long has it been since you had an orgasm?" Nine months, Mr. Carl, ever since you decided I should have to wear acage." And it makes yo... horny?" Terribly horny," I said. I wasn't allowed to lie to Mr. Carl, so healways asked me embarrassing questions. I had to breathe in deeply tostifle a sob. I didn't want to start crying so soon."Well, you understand why I had to do it. Can't have a free cock swingingaround the house, even one as tiny as yours. Who knows when Meagan mightdecide. Borowski still wasn't right, even with the extra day's rest, and we were pushovers.The Yankees beat up on Tampa Bay in New York.We won the next two games, and Tampa Bay managed to pull out one of theirs, so it was all square, again, on the last day of the regular season.The Yanks were finishing up that afternoon. Our game in Toronto was at night. Shiggie would pitch out of turn again, whether or not the Yankees won, because otherwise we were in danger of being forced into a one-game playoff.Any. I duly got up off my knees and stripped off in front of him. His quiet smile was all the encouragement I needed. I turned around, spread my legs and bent over touching the floor. Bill was very complimentary about the view! He had obviously sat up now as his hands were all over my arse. Groping and squeezing me, reaching underneath also to tug on my little cock. I was wriggling about and enjoying putting on a show for him. He couldn't take it anymore and said "I've got to fuck you". He got up. Like, sobbing. After a minute and half of being smothered by his balls, he lets me up for air, looks me in the face, before the foot goes back down again, I feel my back arch, and my face gets smothered once more. He lets me go, masturbating himself as I squat on all fours beneath him, shaking somewhat, and I can feel that he's building up to come. I'm breathing slowly but deeply, and for the longest minute in my life I hear and feel the vibration of him bringing himself to the edge. He then.