She helped me to deal with the strangeness of this new feeling I had acquired -- on the field -- when I was at the plate. It was a feeling that I had ...ever experienced, before I'd gotten my face broken by a fastball.It still didn't feel like fear. I didn't feel like I was bailing out on the pitches, or flinching. But something was different, and, whatever it was, Sandy seemed to be the only antidote. When she was nearby, when I could think about her, back there behind me in the stands, the fear. .." As I entered the room she froze in fear. She was kneeling along side the bed, speaking into the receiver lying on the pillow. "OH GOD ... He's here!" She backed into a corner, looking frantically for a way to run. "Stay away from me!" I moved toward the bed from the opposite side, reached over and grabbed the phone. "This is Mr. P.A. Who am I speaking with?" I asked. "This is the Club Concierge. Are you in need of assistance?" How odd that seemed. They were asking if 'I' was in need of. He only lived like 5 min walk away from school. One day i went to the toilet and snupped around. There was a cabinet under the sink. I open it and at first glance i only see towels. But then there was like little basket under a towel. I lift up the towels and saw 3 or 4 pair of black opaque pantyhose. Oh my god i got horny quickly. I picked up a pair and sniffed those pretty pantyhose of hers. Oh boy this where used pantyhosed. I rolled the pantyhose up to her feet part of the hose and smelled. “No. I’m not going anywhere until I blow a load. I’ve been walking around with full balls for HOURS, now.” He reached down and cupped his hefty sac. Even his enormous hands weren’t up to the task of fully encasing one of his testicles. I sighed. “All right Emil. I’ll get you off ONE time. Then we leave. Deal?” “Deal.” He smirked. Thus would begin the eternal struggle between us. I, she of unprecedented sexual skill would do my best to get off he, of unsurpassed sexual endurance, before the.