.. like you never even dreamed of..."In the kitchen of their under-built, rented home in what might be termed as a semi-exclusive neighborhood, Beth D...urke moved about performing her housekeeping duties, essential tasks that fell to her before she could position herself in front of the typewriter. She sang the words of a popular release in a clear, throaty voice, sang them softly as if to herself, with sultry green eyes aglow and the traces of a secret smile sensually playing over her stunningly. I still loved hearing the sound of well hit baseball coming off my bat. It became something of a competition of the pitchers to see who could avoid getting a hit by me.The machine was just too easy, as it gave continuous balls in the main strike zone. They could be a faster pitch than you were used to, and in different areas of the strike area, but you should be able to adapt easy enough.The other side of the batting cage was used for the pitchers who had turned up. They tried to trick us with. It was Charleston and the head of security here at the hotel like you thought. We got to their computers and erased everything as well as the back-ups. We also got all of their hard copies of all of the people they had been blackmailing. Charleston even told us about his storage facility where he had all his money from all his different blackmail schemes. I emptied it all out, money, data, pictures the works. He had it all down in a book with names, dates, amounts, everything.The head of. He's always there to hold us, snuggle with us, or fuck our brains out, if that's what we need. I certainly couldn't keep up with him by myself."Jeff dug into his food, refusing to even look up as they talked about him as if he weren't even there.Susan put her fork down. "That doesn't make sense. Why does he suddenly need all these women? You've bitched at me about not letting you use a fan for white noise in your bedroom when you lived with us, but you two got along for years with just you to.