Witner said. The four boys, at first shyly, started stroking and caressing Ibby’s petite frame, but soon, their hormones raging, they were groping a...nd kneading her all over. Mr. Witner called a halt after two minutes of this. “Now, each of you take two of these color-coded clothespins. You can attach these to her body – anywhere. The aim is to secure them well, but also in as painful and humiliating a spot as possible.”After a few minutes, Ibby had pins on both her nipples, two on each of her. God, I love the Baltimore fans, but these people up in New England, man they are just incredible! You gotta hand it to them. No greater love.New York was next. They'd swept their last series and were only one game behind.The Goddamned Yankee fans were almost as crazy as the ones in Boston, and there were about 23,000 more of them in Yankee Stadium.Not greater interest -- just greater seating capacity.We played well in the opener. Gene Holtz held them to only three runs in eight innings, but our. " He says regaining his arrogance as I make him forget the sight of my slight transformation. I nod and turn leaving the store.As I walk slowly back home, hands in pockets, I can't help thinking. 'That fucking hypocritical prick, he can take that job and shove it up his ass.'I continue sulking and not paying attention with where I'm going. Next minute I'm on my ass with a feminine voice shouting profanities. "You asshole, watch where the fuck you're going, you spilled my coffee all over me." I. They had films of little kids fucking each other and being fucked by adults (and none of the kids on the covers looked particularly enthusiastic about toiling over the genitals of paunchy, middle-aged people).And they had animal tapes. Men and women fucking and being fucked by dogs, goats, sheep, pigs, snakes, horses and donkeys. Even eels.One of them caught my eye. A lithe young woman with breasts large enough to be squashed on the blanket-covered bale on which she lay was clenching her fists.