" I enjoyed the game," she said. "That triple you hit was exciting! I didn't know you could run like that!" Like a scalded rabbit, you mean?" I said, ...grinning. "I love to run the bases! I don't want to just be a big slug who hits the long ball." Chicks dig the long ball," Alice said.I was surprised that she had ever heard that old baseball cliché, and even more surprised that she would repeat it."Maybe 'chicks' dig the long ball," I told her, "but real women dig guys who can leg out a. I have some buddies I talk to, and when a bump in the road comes along, they worry and worry at it—like a dog gnawing at a bone, making themselves upset over something that usually turns out to be trivial. I like to think of the problems that arise in life and in a marriage as a storm. Forgetting to stop at the store was like a gentle spring rain. Losing a job might be like a summer thunder storm—lots of flash and noise but not an insurmountable problem. A death in the family would be like a. To be a good lover you need to cater to her desires as well as your own.” Without giving him any chance to answer I plunged my mouth over him again. I tasted his salty sweetness and some of it dripped off my chin onto him.I repeated my previous warm-up performance and relaxed my throat enough to get most it inside my wanton mouth. He shivered and convulsed and moaned. This time he lasted a couple of minutes before he pulled my head off of his literally throbbing manhood and announced that he. Then suddenly the door opens and without saying a word Mistress takes the leash from around my neck attaches it to my collar and jerks me forward. I crawl through through the door stopping as Mistress Diana comands and kneel down head bowed, blindfolded in front of her. Mistress tells me that she is amused that I decided to show up, that when we'd corresponded she had sensed the true submissiveness in my nature but like most slaves she didn't know if I was strong engouh to go through.