Her warm saliva quickly began to drip down to my balls. I tried to focus on the cars turning into the parking lot, but often I gazed down at the back ...of her head. Her black hair felt like silk against my thighs. ‘Ohhhh fuck it feels good, Mrs. G.’ I groaned and caressed her hair with my left hand. My hot Spanish teacher responded by flicking her tongue on the underside of my cock and I became even harder. With my right hand I reached around her chest and cupped one of her tits gently through. "Oh, you heard about it?" she inquired. She wondered why he sounded so pissed off."Yeah, from a very unlikely source," Brock said. "I heard about it when the Tampa manager was waiting for me outside the locker room to brace me about his pitcher tipping pitches. Guess where he learned of that?" I don't know," Meredith said. "I didn't say anything like that on the air."Brock took a deep breath and let it out, slowly."Meredith, the announcers are employed by the team, not the network," he said in. When I sat down in my seat, I felt a wave of relaxation and relief wash over my body. After trekking so far, my feet were killing me. I’ve walked in heels plenty before, and I knew what to expect from so much walking, but nevertheless the pain was still too much to handle. I crossed one leg over the other, hearing the swoosh of my hosiery rubbing on each other. I could also see my stocking tops fully in view from the side. I slide a heel off from the foot of my crossed leg, and dangled it on my. The parking lot was packed. He held my hand as we walked in and a few heads in the storefront turned to see. I lowered my eyes, not quite ready to see the lust I imagined to be on their faces. Before I knew it, he had paid and we were walking back to the booth. It was time.The booth was smaller than I imagined. There was a screen playing porn, and a hole in the walls on either side. He locked the door then kissed me so deeply and looked at me with a fire in his eyes. That was all I needed. When.