Lori shivered when Tammy’s tongue toyed at the entrance to her cleavage.She whined when her slave ducked down and kissed her ribs tracing the space ...between each. “Damn, you!”Tammy chuckled and tongued the soft underbelly of her breasts, her tongue caressing them as hummingbird wings.Mistress groaned and shoved her breasts up.Tammy sucked her mistress’s hard nipple deep into her mouth and slowly pulled as far back as she could.Lori’s face twisted. “Bite me bitch, end this.”Tammy opened her. It was all part of a running discussion where I'd been telling her what I was feeling in feedback to her description of what was going on in her life these days. To me, it was nothing more than what I've done with selected other people throughout my life.Am I psychic? I don't claim to be, and would like to be able to make that claim if I could substantiate it. Anyway, this is what I said to her that generated this response. It was still attached to the e-mail message above:(S)And you don't. Too bad. Pitching in the Big Leagues, and especially in Atlanta, had been a longstanding fantasy of mine. Of course, growing up, I had envisioned myself wearing a Braves' uniform for the occasion.Maybe if I had still been the long reliever, I would have seen some action in that first game, because Atlanta pounded us, early and often, and we lost the opener, 11-4. Since we didn't even have a long reliever at the moment, the Braves took their shots at a lengthy parade of Oriole short men, all of. I sucked it with nasty sounds. I always admired her tits and never ever hurted them. I was always tender for the beautiful breast of my wife. But this guy… The jerk grasped them vulgarly. For him they were nothing but an object to handle my woman.My service ended with her short statement: “Enough.”As I licked her body and showed my care, she has become more and more bossy over me. She was forgetting her part of the crime and loading the guilt on me with this attitude. But I was in no position.