I saunter close to you, my arms folded just beneath my chest - I'm presenting a prize. You sure you're qualified for this position? I ask, my voice betraying my arousal. I mean, these girls aren't regulation size. You might need a catcher's mitt just to keep up. Tossing you the mitt, to accentuate my point, I then walk slowly in front of you, making sure my steps give an exaggerated bounce. I instantly notice your eyes tracking me like a rookie in spring training. Better warm up that grip, slugger. I don't want any fumbles when the game gets interesting." Let's play, I whisper, pulling you close and reaching for your zipper. You're about to hit a homerun. High Def Video. Runtime 3:01