This was going to be fun.I'd wait until she was in a serious conversation with a guy or a girl and start slowly raising the intensity and I could see ...er squirm. Her husband was watching and seeming to really enjoy the show. I wondered who had the control for my wife. I was keeping an eye on her and she didn't seem to be getting any stimulation. I walked over to talk to her and asked her if it was working. She said yes someone had tested it a while back and she assured me it was. My e-mails to the Orioles were not quite as chirpy as they'd been there, for awhile. The Baby Birds had busted a wing, and I was going down with them!Sure enough, with only eight games left in the season, we managed to lose five and finished second in the Division -- out of the playoffs. The Bluefield fans were crushed, my kids were disappointed, and the Orioles brain trust back in Baltimore was just -- silent.The season was suddenly, unexpectedly, already over. No Divisional Playoffs for the. The pain started to subcede, but my arousal was building up. I wanted to feel his hand between my legs, but no way I could said it out loud. He pulled out the syringe, and tapped my ass slightly, as a sign the torture was over. I stood up and instinctively rubbed the sore place. Then he looked at me and asked me whether I would like to go out with him tonight. I was astounded but common sense didn't leave me totally so I quickly said 'yes'. Soon we were in his car, laughing and heading to the. I couldn't help staring. I felt a familiar ache in my groin as my pussy throbbed. I had to hold back from drooling. "Now could anyone tell me if any of you have read Romeo and Juliet and what's it about?" Miss Pearce asked the class.No one said anything so I raised my hand up. "Yes," she said, acknowledging me. "Romeo and Juliet is about two crossed star lovers whose families were lethal enemies with each other," I said.She smiled at me and nodded. I smiled back."And you are?" she.