It shouldn't be deep enough to take a base if they pop it up. You'll probably startle them with your pitch, so just heat them up."The first pitch was ...ow, but called a strike. The next pitch was on the outside corner for another strike. The third fastball was back inside, and the batter swung over the top.I was back to the top of the order, so I followed what Hanigan wanted. The first fastball was too low and called a ball. The second was a little higher and called a strike. The next one was. Is that understood?Him: Yes.Christina: Yes what?Him: Yes...mistress.Christina: That's right. Next time I won't be as kind. Now let's removeyour blindfold. Does your mother always keep you like this? (She removedhis blindfold in one quick motion.)Him: Yes mistress. I am always tied down like this when I sleep.Christina: I love your lingerie sissy. Very feminine. This bra isadorable. Accentuates your tits nicely. And boy have they grown! I am soglad your mommy keeps feeding you hormones. You are. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk."The man sets about his task. Some forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery.He says, "I have travelled the Earth and devoted my life to the task demanded and have found what you had asked for. There are 371,145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.The monks reply,"Congratulations, you are correct, and you are now considered a monk.We shall now show you the way to. Her pussy gushed molten cunt-juice, soaking through her shorts. She fought for self-control while her son sucked her tits and rubbed his ready cock against her, taunting her.Then he raised his head and leered at her."I don't think I'll ever understand grown-ups," he said. "We're both dying to fuck, nobody ever has to know, and yet you keep torturing yourself. It's crazy, Mom." Call it whatever you want, Dane," Jodie said hoarsely, "but I intend to be loyal to Craig, and I'm certainly not going.