. ? Where did that come from?"Listen white guy. You don't throw like no office worker, or none of those college boys that show up here and show off th...eir big arm motion, then throw seventy. You got you a gun, there." He tossed the ball back to me and said to Buddy, "He got himself a big old arm. This one gonna do some damage in this league. Might do some damage up the road a piece, too."Wayne showed the radar gun to Buddy and said, "Yep. Ninety-two, and he has almost no technique." They walked. ” “Oh, I left my jacket on the seat,” said the young woman as she pointed out her denim jacket sitting over the chair. Terrell went over to get the young woman’s jacket and give it to her while she waited by the door. The young woman thanked him and exited the café. He locked the door and returned to the woman sitting at the coffee bar. When he returned, he paused to see Cindy holding her thong up with her index finger, smiling enticingly with an obvious thing in mind. Terrell wasn’t going to. " What did he say?" He said Amaris had seen me earlier and told him he liked the look of me, that I was exactly his type." And what type are you?" You know. Just me. Mid-twenties, small tits, brunette and pretty. Phil said that Amaris had pointed me out, was the reason he had come and spoken to me." I suppose it's one way of keeping your artists happy." Phil pulled back the sheets so that Amaris could see me. You should have seen the look on his pretty face when he saw me lying there naked. I. I drink it all. You almost crumble to the floor, nearly spent. I catch you, and slowly stand up. “My turn” I say softly. I kiss you full on the mouth, my face sticky with your pussy fluid. “Wait…. what?” You reply somewhat deliriously.“Fuck you like I own you, remember?” I throw you onto the kitchen table, your body still twitching from your orgasm. “nonononono, I can’t, I’m too tired” even as you spread your legs, lifting them to my shoulders. Your lips are wet and dripping, I can see.