It had information about every player in the minor leagues, the teams, the schedules and... well, everything, including analysis from the scouts.A fas...inating hour later she heard a noise from the living room. Curious, she decided to check it out. She needed a break, and this was a good opportunity.When she got to the living room she stopped. Krissi was lying on a blanket in the middle of the floor, and Jesse was fucking her with slow, steady movements. Everything was visible: how Krissi's. She grabbed an anklet chain from her jewelry box and placed the key onto it. Then she attached the chain around her ankle. "I will send you pictures of it to remind you that you have no control over your pathetic dick." she said while laughing. I pulled my pants back up and saw her out the door on her way to work. Periodically during the day, I would sit down to read other stories and look at other pics. My cock would get so hard. I know I have a small dick, but even that was almost not. My body was on fire and I started to reach for my pussy and Gina caught me and grabbed my wrists again and said “now that wouldn’t be fair to Linda would it?” I looked at her and said “please hurry, I need to cum.” She looked at me and smiled and said “Ok, lie up on the bed.” I got up on the bed and spread my legs with my knees in the air. My hands started almost on their own to head to my wanton pussy. Gina looked at Linda and said, “I have got to get a hold of her hands.” With that she got on. It was one of her best-kept secrets and why everyone put up with her playing the field. Still, even though she was pretty good about controlling conversations with suspects, she was interested just where this one might lead.“So why do you kiss one girl differently than the others? I mean, isn’t a kiss just a kiss?”“It is with most guys,” Francine offered. “Usually it’s demanding and impatient, and over way too soon.”“You’d make a great detective. You zeroed in on my technique.” She took a sip.