I had never had anyone lavish such attention and affection on my body as she did on my breasts in the next few minutes. She was like a child suckling ...or milk. After a while I stopped caring about the sensations; just the sight of her poised securely over my chest, her eyes closed in concentration and her lips engulfing a little more flesh with each movement, was enough to turn me on. I wondered if she was ever going to let go.Her left hand was still circling my right breast, playing with the. There were 19 guys in total working for 13 roster spots.Our 13-roster team from the previous year was down to 11, one guy left for a family death, and we had one Wildcat get on the Washington Wizard’s Practice squad. I think it pays, but not much!With classes in place, we practiced four times a week, for four hours. It’s not all shooting baskets, there is the basics, chest passing, bounce passing, dribbling without palming, just a multitude of many minor skills!Coach Weber and his assistants. “I’m sorry, Laura, what did you say?”“I said, my power’s much stronger, but it still has a way to go before I’m at full strength.” Taking a long look over her shoulder, she turned back to me. “I’ll admit that is the strangest group of colors I’ve ever seen at dusk,” she said with a laugh in her voice. “The next time I visit, I’ll have all my power back and the colors will be realistic.Looking back over her shoulder, we both watched the bright vivid colors begin to fade to pastels.“I don’t have. .. until she woke up on this bed, a few minutes ago.“Are you one of my kidnappers?” she asked, sounding a little afraid. “I don't have any money. I don't know anyone who does, either. Nobody is going to pay for me. Please don't kill me!”He smiled at her. “I didn't kidnap you, and I'm no killer, either. I'm here to take care of you. Hopefully, we can be friends. I'm sorry this happened to you, but neither one of us can change that, and it's not either one of ours fault, either, so playing the.