”“And if I don’t want to?” Sarah queried.“I’m the fucking king so it’s treason.” he replied.“Good point,” Sarah agreed.They cluste...ed round so no one could see and somehow Sarah made Andy very happy.“Happy ending all done,” Sarah announced with a smile on her face.“And - Now - in - the - distance - the sound - of - Police - Sirens,” the BBC announcer announced like he had a twelve inch scaffolding pole up his ass.“Her-Royal-Highnes, has - told - the - RAF - to - stuff - the - plane - and - she. My hands went to my short buttons, working down my denim shirt. She lifted an eyebrow as I peeled it off."That's it?"Her disdain hurt. I flushed, my skin pale and my chest sagging a bit, my stomach a little flabby. "Sorry, Mistress."Her foot pressed into the crotch of my jeans; I winced as she mashed my hard cock. "So small." She rubbed harder and a groan escaped my lips. "Do you like that, worm? Do you like the feel of my foot crushing your small dick?" No," I groaned, pleasure radiating out. ..my hairy pussy needs a good fucking today." My cock jumped in my jeans and let out more pre-cum. I went to the downstairs bathroom and took off all my clothes. I left the bathroom and proceeded up the stairs.I crept up the stairs and I could hear moaning and groaning from her bedroom. I was thinking she was fingering her wet pussy on her bed cause she was expecting me. I got close to the bedroom door, and it was open a crack, so I looked inside and I was surprised to see what I saw.My aunt. Myers is in right, Jennings in center, and Matt Joyce in left. Let's win this and go home to finish the series. This is the big one. Let's win it!"Joe didn't move and said, "All of you, study the pitchers' book. David and Molina have studied the umps' book, and are reviewing the batters' book. We need to research our opponents and the game officials. Let's win this game with knowledge and skill. Go do it, and if you want to throw some batting practice, Matt, do it. All you guys who want to.