"The rumors of the deal reached Stan Balsam's ears pretty quickly. At first, he shrugged them off as wishful thinking on the Yankees part. Their Hall ...f Fame shortstop would retire at the season's end and they had no viable replacement. He was certain the Yankees would love to have a guy like Brock Miller take over the position.But the rumors persisted even after his player was hurt. He thought that he should make sure Brock wasn't caught by surprise so he gave him a call."I don't want you to. Jiggling slightly as you tug at my belt. I tell you if you remove my belt I just might use it on you. Without hesitation, and in one swift movement you jerk it loose from my jeans. Giving me a firm slap with it across my ass before throwing it to the floor. You push my jeans to my ankles. While there on your knees you tug at the bottoms of my boxers. Puling them down just far enough that I can flop out. Nearly hitting you in the face. Still only half hard you take the length of me in your. Ignoring their catcalls, andattempts to engage her in conversation, a bright red Sheri started her car,and drove away. She parked in front of an empty house with a for-sale signup 3 houses down from Chris' and checked the time. It was 4:15 pm. Sheri satback in her seat, and absent-mindedly rubbed her bald pussy as she daydreamedabout what her evening was going to be like. Chris was drinking a cup of coffee, and reading the newspaper, when a carpulled into his driveway. The headlights in his. He planted his hands open-palmed, trying to ground himself against the spinning world that still raced around in his head. He slowly opened his eyes and tried to focus on a fixed object in the room, but it just sped by. He shut his eyes and reached for the stuffed chair where he’d fallen asleep, pulling himself into it.He sank into the worn cushions, and buried his head in his hands, waiting for everything to pull together. His mind still swirled with the feelings from the dream, but mixed in.