." Jim tried to think of a good excuse, but none came to mind quickly.
"Well, Jim. What do you say? It would mean a lot to the kids." There was a very soft giggle and then a deep throaty, "Please." directly out a 900 number script. That did it for Jim.
"OK. What time do you want me?" Jim winced after he had finished the sentence when he realized how it could be taken.
There was another soft laugh. "Well, how about at the municipal field at around 4:00 p.m. Could I have you then?" She added playfully.
Jim smiled, "Sure thing. I'll be there."
"Good. You'll find me in the concession stand. See you then."
Jim hung bdsm pictures up the phone extreme bdsm and leaned back in a cat like stretch. Could be an interesting day.
The first droplets of rain spattered on Jim's windshield as he neared the field. He looked up at the darkened sky and wondered if the game would be canceled. Part of him wanted to use that as an excuse to go back home, but another part wanted to see the woman behind that voice. As the two sides argued he drove on to the field, already knowing he would have to go, would have to see her.
He had always been a sucker for a sexy voice. A sweet voice to whisper dirty talk into his ear was the surest way to get him off big time, always had been. It had taken him on several misadventures. . .but they were worth it for the times he found the sultry voices that had whispered "Fuck me harder, faster. . ."etc. while he thrust and grunted and moaned. Of course several times
