.. even if she disagreed with them on this one point.So, celibacy; that had been the remaining option. She could live with it, but, at times, it was r...ather frustrating.But not today, Sumati had promised herself. Today was going to be different! ---***---The Federation called it by the rather unimaginative name of Waystation Five. Apparently, it had had so many names down the years that the dull moniker at least had the advantage of consistency... although Sumati wasn't entirely sure where. I picked up the pink slipper and presented it to her bottom. ‘SWATT! … SWATT! … SWATT! … SWATT!’ I wasted no time in roasting Jill’s cheeks and she kicked and bucked on my knee like a rodeo mare, her panties stretched between her knees. Her low sexy moans had now risen to shrieks of pleasure and pain, mixed in a tantalizing cocktail. ‘SWATT! … SWATT! … SWATT! … SWATT!’ As I continued whipping her burning fanny with the slipper Jill had managed to get her hands beneath her onto my knee and was. I reasoned that it couldn’t happen to a better guy. The Waterloo team didn’t really react. They hadn’t seen our little bit of showmanship before.Their pitcher had a huge windup that I’d watched while they were warming up. He threw all of his pitches with the same windup, but moved around on the rubber for each type of delivery. When I settled into the batter’s box, I saw him put his foot in position to throw me a curveball. On the release, I saw it was short and his curve bounced across the. Chelsea looked down and saw a wet spot in the front of my jeans from the pre-cum oozing from my hard cock. Ronnie came out again, but this time in a sheer black teddy, fishnet thigh highs and high heels. Her lips were a dark red and her hair up in ponytails. I thought I was going to have a stroke. She turned and smacked her ass, leaving a nice red hand print on her lily white ass. Chelsea slowly undid my pants and pulled my cock out, gently stroking it. Ronnie turned and was shocked by the.