"Well have to get you to loose a few pounds before you can become the slut you were born to be..."Sabrina kept silent, trying hard not to cry as she w...as molested. After what seemed like hours, the man had grown tired of the foreplay and was moving on to the bigger stuff. Sabrina felt something cold and plastic pushed against her pussy and press hard against her clit. She heard the familiar sound of tape being ripped apart and stuck to her to keep the plastic thing in place. Sabrina heard a. No one sat near them. The beer sellers were not making many over-priced bucks but hot chocolate was going fast.About an hour before game time when I was huddled under the roof of the bullpen wishing I owned some woolen gloves, Marvin Marshall, the old pitching coach, nudged my foot with his toe. I snapped back from wherever my mind was, probably somewhere in Florida."You wanna start?" he asked after spitting a gob of tobacco juice into the dirt. He wore the bill of his cap so low it was hard to. I am crying out and he is growling as he is fucking me with his tongue. I can’t take anymore, I scream his name and cum so hard as he licks up every single drop of my orgasm. I am shaking from my release and want to collapse but he just won’t stop, he is too excited, he keeps licking me, my lips, clit and thighs. He rubs his face all over my wetness. Relishing it and tasting it, he cannot get enough but then. I am suddenly thrown onto my back, his face looking almost furious with passion. He. I longer to taste her lips and to love my Mistress but she knows it and won’t let me. “You are jealous of him my pet. He gets to be pleasured by your Mistress while you sit there helplessly watching.” She is so right and it hurts me that I am still hard after watching them even though I loathe him for getting what I have wanted since I first met her. “You have been a good pet so far and I think we can still have fun with this nice man. Do you want play for a little before we leave?” All I can.