.. well,a feeling about the office, and the lack of pay checks and the feelingthat we won't have a job if someone out there doesn't start buying sport...balls again," I tried to smile.Everyone kind of understood, I was scared, and worried, and I neededhelp, but I understood that everyone needed help.There was a lack of players right now. Sure there were players- a feweven retained bodies that could play, but none really. Male players hadroughly a fifty percent chance of ending up in a female. She hummed into my ear as I felt another hand grab my balls and fondle them lightly. I still do. Christie whispered kissing the right side of my neck up and down small little kisses making me shutter and my knees week. I had to sit down on the bench or else I would have fallen on the floor. Christie still slowly stroked my dick standing in front of me. Do you like my outfit? She asked. Uh-huh I muttered and nodded. Christie took her hand off of my dick for a second to lift up her shirt to show. I know the boys will be happy to see you. They missed their favorite babysitter.” Olivia Holt smiled and came into the house. “Thanks Mr. Stevens. It is good to be back in the old neighborhood. LA can be such a drag.” George Stevens eyed the blonde beauty and couldn’t believe how much she had changed from the skinny 14 year old that used to earn extra cash babysitting his sons. Now, standing in front of him, was a gorgeous 18 year old with a face and body most men would die for. She was wearing. She felt in ways great; free, but still, somehow, she had to admit to herself, horny and unsatisfied. Her cunt was, yet again, feeling wet, and she was aware that her large nipples, now free of the constraints of the bra, were bullet hard and poking out, their shape clearly visible, straining through the thin material of her dressShortly Wendy became of crude, deep, heavy noises from rumbling engines and clanking metallic sounds. Looking ahead she saw a gang of workmen creating a section of.