While mine wasn’t the best one here, it was fast enough that you had to respect it. That was what the next batter found out as he guessed curve and ... uncorked the heat.I was up fifth in the top of the ninth. Unfortunately, I never got a shot to either even the score or win the game. We lost 2–1, to the delight of the home team. They acted like they’d won the World Series. They could claim that they were the only team to beat us. We waited for them to calm down and then did the whole handshake. Then I saw a guy cuffed to the bar, his nipples were clipped together with a chain that had a weight hanging. His cock and balls were wrapped with rope and he was getting whipped. Now I started thinking am I in over my head????The sights were familiar to what I have seen on bdsm video clips as we walked to the back and entered a locker room. Paul opened a storage locker and took out a medium suitcase and walked down to the lockers. There were some other people in various stages of dress but. The limo stopped at a gate in the high stone wall, then proceeded to roll as the gate opened for them. From his coat pocket, he pulled out a ball gag, custom made in a purple and white marble swirl pattern, and reached around her. She saw it hanging in front of her and obediently opened her mouth, not needing to be told, stretching her jaws wide to accommodate the large rubber ball. Her master had been merciful and applied mint extract to improve the taste. The limo coasted to a halt as. She was the reason I started volleyball and since she had been gone there had been a tremendous hole in my life from losing my best friend, the one person who I would lay awake next to at night talking about everything.But as usual, it was Jennifer dominating the conversation sharing sultry and sensual secrets about a girl she once referred to as the Queen bitch of MacArthur high. Not that Heather didn't deserve it. Before she went to college, Jennifer had cropped her dark hair into her idea of.