I smiled and congratulated him. He thanked me, but still looked a bit confused, so I had another look at the list, to see if he was mentioned anywhere... else, that was when I saw my own name.It was in the earned run average (ERA); I was top with no hit for bases given up. I didn’t see Ben’s name anywhere else, but I did see mine and some of the others, so I studied each list more seriously.I had made top of the batting averages, with a perfect 1.0, third in homerun hits, top in RBI, total, I was. The client had a towel over her mid section. The masseuse poured some more hot oil on the clients chest and tits. She then rubbed it in her tits and nipples, making them nice and hard. I was close then and watched as the client pulled the towel off and opened her legs a bit, a clear sign to the masseuse she was open for anything. As the masseuse rubbed the girls hard nipples, the girl slid her right hand down to her pussy and started rubbing her own clit. The sight of this triggered a strong. One day she might tell him. Perhaps tonight would be the time, but perhaps not. Em liked her little secrets. They had eaten well and drunk what Ambrose would describe as a modest quantum of wine. He had cleared the table of all but the cheese platter, the chocolates and the latest bottle of rather nice red. Em was wearing a kimono. She sometimes liked to do so and this one was very special. It was the kimono she had removed from Meiko’s delightfully hot body, with its delicate little breasts. I start screaming and she startsmoaning. I feel spider crawl all over my body. Thousands. I scream evenmore as they crawl through my confines all over my breasts and finallydown to my pussy a few of them even crawl up her. "I scream and shemoans. What if I stop screaming? Her spiders are harmless and aren'tbiting. So just stop screaming," I think to myself and shortly after Iget my screaming under control. If anything I want more spiderscrawling over my vagina and boobs. So I start licking.