"The boys who play ball at school say Iam good enough to play with them. I'm still outfield, but at least I getto play. I can't hit very good though."...Oh, I wish I knew," Rachael said. "We could have brought the baseballbat and practiced hitting. Maybe tomorrow, if the weather is niceagain." Yeah, I don't like the rain. I didn't get to play ball. Recess was inthe gym."Bobby's skills with the ball and glove were greatly improved. He nolonger feared the ball, and could look it into the glove from. Gosh it felt so good and watching her eyes draw out at the sexual ecstasy made me that much harder and she felt it as she screamed and moaned. She pushed her tits down in my face to have me suck on them as she rammed my cock up inside her wet horny vagina. Her pussy was so wide open from the fisting that it could have held two more cocks, including mine, but she was satisfied with my one cock because it was thick and hard for what she needed it for, to hit that spot in her pussy that makes her. Here the wait staff dressed in copies of mid Twentieth Century diner clothing. Sensible shoes, white hose [not panty hose but the old white seamed garter belt held up stockings] shirtwaist dresses on the females that came mid calf and had a high ruffled collar. The men were in starched white shirts with bow ties, black pleated pants, and vests that matched the waitress' dresses in color and material.Gloria was dressed in a knee length pencil skirt, matching business jacket with peplum, silk. One of the slaves was engaged in cunnilingus and the other slave was sucking on the mistress' nipples. At her first word, it was obvious that the "captain" was the one who had spoken to us through the PA. Hardly had we arrived before the captain orgasmed."What do you mean by insulting us with a clothed male? Strip him immediately." I can't do that, Captain, without breaking the psychological bond that holds him in thrall to me. We are wearing a uniform that protects our skin when we enter.