Holy fucking shit, I was screaming at him to stop and he wrapped his hand around my mouth. And I was disgusted thinking he lubing my ass and stroking ...is cock fucking me. I couldn’t feel anything but pain anymore, and at some point felt the EXACT same visuals in my head, of a thick cock sliding back and forth inside the human body, female or male, it didn’t matter. I now felt what it was like to have a thick fat cock slide back and forth inside of your body. He was thrusting and pounding me,. The seven-game home stand with the Yankees and Indians was an artistic triumph, both for the Orioles and for me. No hitting streak to speak of -- I took a collar in the first game against Cleveland -- but I had hit well throughout both series.My average kept climbing. It was July now. Time for batting averages to start wearing down.Nope. I was hitting .419 when we left town for New York. We'd be there for Independence Day and July 5, and then would go back to play four against Boston at home. Some were for politicians, or companies and so on. I got involved in that part of the business, just like I got tied up in the x-rated areas.One of the staples of a biography was the shots of neighborhoods, cityscapes, and so on. It helped give context to some of what people saw. Somebody had to get those shots, and I was one of those who was chosen, just the thing you need a Production Assistant for.I was given an afternoon to learn how to use the camera. This wasn't the lightweight type you. ."Dora suggested, "Yes, it's good for you to be friends... he can help your husband a lot, Julie."Julie said, "Thank you."Dora suggested, "How about cementing your friendship with a kiss?" Yes, that's a good idea... let's kiss, Julie."Before she could say anything Mr. More had put his arms around her and started to kiss her on the mouth. A little shocked and worried, Julie didn't respond but let him kiss her. He broke the kiss."Why, Julie? Don't you want to be my friend?"Dora urged, "Kiss him,.