“Three more,” he demanded as I fell flat onto my front. Two passed quickly as my breathing paused for the final. “One hard last one,” he said... as the cane sliced through the air and kissed my two ass cheeks, down low, so hard my breath stalled altogether. “Wasn’t hard enough,” he sniggered quickly as it cracked down heavily and noisily one more time! Just when I thought he was done... he had a different idea in mind. Informing me that, while I had ordered a razor strap, he had come to the. During the regular season, there's a constant parade of guys who are up for a few days to fill in for an injured regular, or young prospects who are getting a late-season look-see by their club.Nope. In the playoffs, the lineups are set, and most of the kids you saw in September are left off the tightly controlled post-season roster. Managers tend to play everything close to the vest, and even if the young guys were still around, you would mostly see the tried-and-true veterans.And that's good. Meinen Prachtarsch streckte ich dabei so hoch ich konnte und griff mit meinen beiden Händen nach meinen Arschbacken um sie fordernd weit auseinander zu ziehen. Vor Wollust flehend leckte ich meine Lippen und saugte meine eigene Spucke von der Rückenlehne des Sessels. Ich erwartete voller Hingabe und Gier, dass dieser Typ mir nun seine geballte Faust in meine Möse drückte und langsam seinen Arm nachschob. Ich spürte auch seine Hand, doch dann sah ich mit gesenktem Kopf und zwischen meinen. It was as if Time itself had gone on break. I looked around puzzled.And then the voice spoke from beside me. "Tom..." I turned to see a man dressed in a black suit. Beneath his suit he wore a stripped tie and a white shirt. I turned my head from side to side, seeing if anyone else was unfrozen. But no one was. I turned back to him. "Tom..."he said again. "Tom, I wanna help you." Wha... What's going on?" Tom, you seem to be in a panic here and I wanna help you." What do you mean?" Tom, it's.