Certainly my future as a pitcher would continue in no small measure to depend on my being a hard thrower. Even the people who had already told me that... I needed to develop a variety of pitches had never suggested that the fastball wasn't going to remain my bread and butter pitch. These other pitches I so badly needed to develop were just going to be the necessary add-ons to afford me essential additional weapons. They were going to make my fastball look faster than it was; they were intended to. She closed her eyes, the blindfold moist with her tears. Oh God... “Luce, would you get the door?” She laughed nervously. “Of course. Should I let them in here?” “Yes.” Again, her face flushed and she could feel the heat of it against the blindfold. The front door opened. She heard the warm hellos, Carla’s warm voice and Drake’s quiet one. “Hatch is spanking her! She got caught speeding, again!” Carla’s high heels clacked into the room. “Oh, my, girl. You must have been very bad.” She. I knew what she wanted and I didn’t disappoint her. I lapped at her clit like a hungry puppy and she moaned approvingly. “That’s it, Mr. Jameson, right there…just like that…” Randi had taken to slamming her weight down on me, driving my cock into her with each thrust. Her warm juices were running down the condom into my pubic hair, down to my balls and I was beginning to feel the early signs of a climax. Teresa moaned as my lips closed over her clit and I sucked gently on it. “Oh, yes, yes,. Fuck me please’. With that my cock harden fully again and I began fucking her. At first slowly, her moans loud and right in my ear, but my sexual desire wanted, no needed, more and I began upping the tempo. My hard cock began pounding away at Melissa’s slim frame, her cries became louder but she kept encouraging me to fuck her harder. It felt like I had been possessed by some sex crazed demon as I lifted myself from Melissa’s grasp and grabbed her neck with my hands, choking her. She whimpered.