.."She stopped in mid-sentence. The thought she had was outrageous. Could it be? She heard Ellen gasp from the other side on the Atlantic."Oh my God,"... Ellen whimpered. "It can't be, can it?" What, Ellen?" I've missed my monthlies twice and I throw up every morning. Do you think..."Josie felt weak for a moment. Could it be? If yes, why didn't it happen earlier? Why now? And hadn't she told Josie that she could not conceive?"Didn't you tell me you are unable to conceive?" That's what the doctor. ” I replied, pulling her on top of me.“At least the bitch can get a good look at my fabulous ass when she walks in.” Rochelle replied as she oriented herself on my crotch.“Some friendship you two have.” I said with a bit of a laugh, pulling her thong to the side and holding my cock up.“It’s a girl thing. Don’t worry about it.” Rochelle brushed off, slowly sinking down on my cock.“Oh dear God that feels good!” She groaned, pushing herself down on my shaft.I had to admit her pussy did feel pretty. He's perfect ... tomorrow then ... tell the others'. The maids looked at her with expectancy; she told him;'Tomorrow you will be introduced to some friends of mine, it will be a lovely initiation party for our slave. You girls have done very well today and you may take him to your room upstairs on the second floor-remember he needs to be in good condition tomorrow so try not to damage him'. With that he was led away, Ginger having the honour of his leash- she was going to make him pay for. I was in ecstasy. My naughty boyfriend had waited to surprise me with the details about the ball girls all being little sluts who worship the ball player's big cocks, every game. And then they get to suck and fuck as many of those big cocks as they want, after the game is over. The visiting teams pay for a keg of beer to share after the game. And they share the ball girls and bat boys, too, while they drink the beer down. It was a tradition that the home team supplies the ball girls for both.