Batting against a veteran pitcher throwing knuckleballs helped me fall into the zone. It was just me and the pitcher, and I just hit. I didn’t need ...to think about how. I’d done this enough that the muscle memory was there. It was like throwing a football; after you did it like a bazillion times, you just did it. It was the moment I became a hitter. With the switch flipped, I saw the ball and my body reacted.For the next twenty minutes it was like I couldn’t miss. The crafty veteran threw. It is now or never.” i said, not wanting to let go my advantage and give her time to think and come back strongly.She sat for 5 minutes, 5 of the longest minutes of my life, while she made up her mind.At last she spoke “If i give your a blowjob, will you forget about my wrong doings”“yes, definitely, provided you satisfy me, and not repeat the same mistake again” I said.She tied her hair in a bun, left her seat, came around my table and knelt between my legs. she unbuckled my belt, pulled down. Fist me, ma’am. Do it and get your husband off!” God, what was I say? What were we doing? This was so obscene, so filthy … fuck, I was so hot and turned-on. Masturbate him from inside my pussy? How crazily obscene can it be? So crazy, so obscene I wanted to do it.She pulled back an inch, tightened her hand into the cone shape, and pushed. I grunted as my pussy stretched. She turned her hand back and forth as she pressed. I could see it move, covering that last of the knuckles. I was nodding and. We arrived two days before the race to get settled in. My husband was to drive down the day of the marathon because he could not get the time off before the event. When we arrived I texted my husband the room number and to let him know we had made it to the hotel. After setting my luggage down, I opened the drapes and sliding glass door to the small patio to let some air and light in. I noticed the room across from mine had their drapes open as well. As I stood at the window looking down at the.