I started licking her armpits and I was in seventh heaven it was so yummy I can’t describe the aroma and the smell was a mix of flowers deo and her ...weat.she realized I was enjoying so she asked me to stop.She asked me to lye on floor and she stood above my face before I can speak she sat on me with her ass and she started grinding her ass,it was suffocating but I was enjoying the aroma and she had now total control over me. She did that for another 15 minutes, she asked me would you like to do. ." One hundred twenty?" I thought. Oh -- yeah. --He's counting the post-season, right up until last night."I haven't looked it up," Paul continued, "but if they beat us again, it'll be 121 wins, and I'm pretty sure that nobody's ever won 121 games in one season before. I mean, we've only been doing this three-round playoff thing for a few years now. Not too many teams have really had the chance."But, Gentlemen, that's a whole lotta fucking baseball games! They're good -- no mistake!"Well, none. She called me a pervert, said she never did this and if she did not need the money.In less than a minute her tight tshirt was off her, her breast feeding nursing bra open and I was milking her tits. She seemed to like it.I pulled out the other $200 and said, "surely, you can suck quick because you have me hard already!"Katrina, said, "OK Mister ass hole, just a fast blow job, no one will know, right? and I stop when my mom pulls in the driveway?" "OK I said"She said money first, I dropped one. Garfield nodded and offered the visitor a drink."No thanks," he said. "You've hired protection?" Yes. Wilson threatened me," Garfield said. Put a goddamned rattlesnake in my bed. Damn near gave me a heart attack, Garfield thought, keeping the thought to himself. Get ready, Wilson. I don't get even; I get ahead. Always!They sat down and Garfield took another swallow of vodka. Ice clicked in the glass. He set it on the coffee table in front of him."I checked out the contract," the agent said..