All fours. Use the towels for cushions.” Just as she got down, she felt the unmistakable feel of the leather paddle coming down on her ass. “You m...ade an ass of yourself tonight slut. So I’ve decided this is going to be “ass” night.” The paddle came down again. And again before Mathew spoke. “The idea was to give you 10 of these, but since you haven’t started counting yet, I get you’ll be wanting more.” Jamie couldn’t believe she didn’t start counting right away. That last glass of wine might be. We were going to stay for a couple of days to make the trip worth while and to visit a few family members.Anyway once we checked into our room, we laughed as we only had a double bed, rather than twin beds. The last time we shared a double bed was when we were k**s I guess. Our parents were planning on going straight to bed. So we decided to get a couple of bottles of wine in and have a chat about all sorts of things, mainly about relationships as we were both at a point of being single again. Dylan had never seen grown man’s cock before as opposed to young adult boy cocks and it was not only colossal but beautiful as well. To Dylan it looked real thick, and well over a foot long uncut meat rod. He was scared and had no idea what to do. Coach Sobers held his head again and brought it up against his utterly magnificent cock and asked, “Have you ever sucked a man’s cock”? Dylan respectfully answered in negative but was sure to open his mouth larger to take it but coach pulled Dylan’s. Surhoff -- a former teammate of Paul Warren's when he had been an Oriole infielder, and now our new manager's choice as the club's batting coach. I didn't get too many chances to converse with Surhoff, he being stationed in the dugout and concerned with our offense, while I sat in my little corner of the bullpen for days on end, waiting for disaster to strike, so I could pitch.But I struck up a conversation with him that night. Ballplayers -- even callow rookies like me -- don't say such things.