Tim continued to watch through the mirror. He saw one officer throw something on the table to his mother's surprise. Then just conversation as far as ...he could tell. Suddenly his mother stood up stepping away from the table facing the officers and mirror. She started to remove her clothes. Tim froze. These bastards were making his mother undress for them. His anger grew but there was nothing he could do. He watched as his mother slowly removed her top. Turning away from view as her breast were. ‘When I thought that it would get to be no worse, the tip of his priapic member began to poke into the underside of my chin, for he was pushing ever so hard thru the valley of my cleavage that his king’s helmet was now tapping at me there. No knowing what to do, for I had not expected such a vigorous endeavor, I opened my mouth for to speak in order to relay that the athleticism of the endeavor was in fact somewhat too energetic. ‘It was at this point that he did put his hand behind my head and. OK. Man on second now.Finally I opened up against their third hitter with an actual, honest-to-God strike. Fat pitch, actually, and not thrown all that fast, either. But he missed it cleanly. It was a landmark, of sorts. First bona fide strike I'd ever thrown in anger.Maybe I should stop the game and ask for the ball.No, I guess not. They weren't all that big on giving away baseballs in the American Association.Well, I struck that guy out on six pitches! He fouled off a couple, and I missed. I licked for a while and later engulfed his dick between my red lips. Minutes later, he filled my mouth with his warm semen.I got up smiling, still watching at that hard rod.I wanted to ride that monster dick right now. So I pulled up my skirt and moved aside my tiny black thong. But then my Boss got on his feet and told me he was stressed and needed some rest.He was sorry and he added that another day he would fuck me and would set my cunt on fire…I washed my mouth in the ladies room and drove.