Make me your bitch lover." "Good. I was hoping that would be your answer. Now I'm going to lace on my boots. Would you like me to describe them to you...?" "Oh yes Mistress, please do that!" I exclaimed, my hand again fondling my swollen rod, my voice trembling. "My but you are an eager little slave. My boots... Well I'm sitting at my dressing table and my boots are draped over the bed. They are very, very tall and they lace all the way up over my knees almost to my shaved crotch. They are made of. Then, unlock his phone with his fingerprint and I'd have all his emails and texts to hand over to the detectives. Even without a warrant, they wouldn't ignore the emails, and I'd finally get someone off the streets for more than a weekend. I parked two blocks out, realizing I could use some liquid encouragement before putting the plan in motion. I entered the local bar, immediately noticing how out of place a white girl looked, but the few people that were there hardly seemed to care. My heart. I suggested that he should try the ‘condom’ on and this was mischief making by me, for I was able to suggest that he would require help to put it on….. He agreed to this too and I found myself rolling a condom onto his cock – I was touching it and now I knew it would only be a matter of time before I had that in my mouth and I was right!We moved position and now both of us were facing each other and on our knees, I suggested that he ‘wank me and that I would wank him’ he agreed and we both had. Billy found an excuse by claiming that his time as a shortstop had improved his timing and such. This excuse was accepted and nothing further was said on the subject.Coach Hanson ran them through some simple plays to see which boys best fit into which positions. Strangely, Billy was one of the only two candidates for point guard, so it looked like he was a shoo-in to make the team unless he screwed up mightily. The team had to have two players for each position to allow for substitutions during.