He knelt there still, his ass getting used to the cock. He looked at the screen. The mistress was fucking the man in earnest now. Calling him an ass s...ut and slapping his ass as she drove her cock viciously into him.He watched for a little then began bouncing a little up and down on the cock. His motion had two more inches going in and getting thicker as he got closer to the base. His own cock throbbing as he fucked himself on the cock in his ass.He felt himself wanting more, so moving his legs. I kept two large soft drink bottles filled with lemonade at all times. I kept them in my second cheap apartment sized refrigerator. I ordered the I used at the time from Walmart. After the first one I purchased from Lowe’s died after only five years. I figured the one from Walmart couldn’t be any worse than that one.Before I settled into a chair for the evening. I fixed myself a lemonade first. I used a 24oz cup thermos cup with a lid. That son of bitch when full had to weigh close to five. I waved and headed back to the field.And I thought about Jim Potter for a moment, too.It wasn't a glory night for me against Oakland that night. I went 0 for 2 with two walks, and my little seven-game hitting streak ended. But, no worries. I still felt strong and competent with that fat bat in my hands, and I didn't feel any cause for alarm.I was also in second place in the voting for the All-Star team -- a good ways behind the Yankees' 25-million-dollar man, Alex Rodriquez. Maybe I'd get. Watching the blonde writhe helplessly only helped fan Michelle's own desires. With her hands tied behind her back in a rope harness and her legs held wide open by the spreader bar, there was no way for her to aid the vibrator in getting herself off."I see you are still hungry, slave," Jeff smiled down at the captive Michelle, talking softly.Michelle nodded, mewling into her gag. She was delighted to see that Jeff's erection hadn't softened. To her, it was dragon that she wanted to tame in the.