Dempsey, nothing that he'd said had been the difference-maker here. I had hit well for two days running. And nothing in my baseball life had changed.J...st my home life.It would be ridiculous -- wouldn't it? -- to attribute my hot bat to the fact that, after a long while, I had gotten laid? First off, I'd had a hot bat on Saturday, too, and on Saturday, I had not yet gotten laid -- unless you count getting laid -- by self-exile from my own bedroom -- on a too-short couch, for half of a too-short. They have allowed themselves to be vulnerable to me trusting me, to safeguard their hearts for them. Much of what I have found out about you did not come from you. You came here demanding Red’s status without working for it. You believe you just needed to show just enough to get everything from us. It doesn’t work that way. You cannot be the slave you need to be if you don’t trust your master enough to be fully open and vulnerable to him.’ ‘This may sound like a paradox but the more you open up. He lifts his hand to my head and begins running his fingers through my hair as I slowly lick and nibble his trembling flesh. I turn my head slightly to smile up at him as I stick out my tongue and touch the tip of his cock. He almost comes right there from the heat of my breath, as I slowly I flick my tongue around the tip of him, then closing my lips, I kiss him. My hands are sliding up and down his silken skin, his thick shaft so hard and throbbing as I open my lips and begin to suck on the. Letting the water run through my hair and down my body I couldn't help but caress my tits, which I loved very much. Looking down at my shaven pussy, I loved the way the water glistened off my skin. I washed my hair and body before stepping out and drying off. I threw my clothes in the hamper and went back to my room. Feeling tired I laid down and quickly fell asleep. After 8 days of putting off John's constant attempts to fuck me I got the news I was hoping for, my parents Anniversary was.