I chose very carefully. I seemed to have an instinct for selecting lonely, unhappy young men, and never once did I have one who was violent. The main ...anger was the possibility that they would fall in love with me. This I did not want at that time. My love was still with my dead Roy and baby. Eventually, however, the solace aspect of my need diminished. I began to relish the sex for its own sake. I had always enjoyed sex, and now I gave myself over to it. I even risked group sex on one. In the movie he was talking to himself on the mound. He said something like, "When they're in a hurry, make them wait. When they're trying to go slow, hurry the pitch." I put the same logic into how I handled the big guy at the plate. He wanted to hurt the ball so bad, all I had to do was make sure I put it where it was hard to hit, and let him do the rest.Strike two.I wanted to stop and remind Paul Bunyan Jr., that he only had one more, but didn't want to make his night any worse. My catcher. You need to be punished!" she commanded. "Now, bend over the desk and grab hold of the sides," she continued. I complied at once. With that, she lifted up the back of my tiny plaid skirt, and placed the hard, black, dildo-cock against my ass. She grabbed onto my hips, and pulled herself forward, invading my ass with the rock-hard cock. I shuddered from the impaling, but knowing all too well the feeling which Tina had induced for me in the past, I closed my eyes and bathed in the sexual energy. ‘Yes?’ ‘Do you want to get a coffee pot?’ Of course I wanted to get a coffee pot, but I didn’t think about it while I was in the appliance section. I just looked at her and nodded in the affirmative. ‘You go get a coffee pot and I will get the food.’ Wow. Was that a relief. I wasn’t looking forward to food shopping. She took the empty cart and started for the meat department as I tried to find the coffeepots. After fifteen minutes I stopped. What the hell was I doing? I left her alone and went.