Not much was known about the man behind GateKeeper, except for his health issues that had leaked to the public through some means or another. Sven was... conflicted between the duality of his condition, he both wanted to be a public figure and be accepted and respected among his peers, but also didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, and of course his condition. So Sven kept to the shadows for the entire decade he played the game, only coming into the public spotlight for tournaments. I tried to forget the lens. I tried to forget the woman who was sitting on the floor, legs apart, steering her camera lens closer to my hot wet vulva.“Good girl. That's better. Remember you are alone in your own home.”Now it was getting to me, the pleasure, that point where my own body would assume control and my hands and fingers became simple slaves. The continuous clicking of the shutter faded into the background. The sound of Jenneke’s voice kept the tempo going.“Yes… good. Oh VERY good!”. He kept approving their repairs and paying them. He did at least check they were being done. I didn’t realise the extent of the bills, until after I took over the running of the business.”“It was just as well the Earl was very rich. I put a stop to the fixes when they came to me with more. To be honest, they had gotten to the stage there wasn’t really anything left to fix.”The underside of the main house had a large library, two parlours, a study a huge dining room, a breakfast room, three. Or maybe he was just saying, "Fuck you!"I threw the fastball -- with a little restraint this time, in honor of my wish to get somewhere in the vicinity of the plate -- and it was outside, but the hitter swung at it anyway, so the count was 1-1.One finger again. I threw harder, and it was a little low and inside, but Parton caught it and the ball made a satisfying 'thunk' when it hit his mitt. Batter took the pitch and it was two balls, one strike.Parton called for the change-up, now. It would.