Giving her a short time to recover, I allowed our lips to part and kissed across her cheek and teased her earlobe with the tip of my tongue then kisse... my way down the side of her neck and onto her upper chest, continuing down until I felt the corrugated texture of an areola under my lips. As I moved my lips over to cover the hard nipple at it's centre I slid my hand back down over her belly, this time going further until I could feel the results of her orgasm on the crotch of her panties. She. Everybody knew it. The management of this Gwinnett ballclub knew it. I knew that the Atlanta Braves’ top brass knew it. They’d been getting regular reports on my progress (or lack of it) for two full seasons. They’d be getting more of the same from the Gwinnett Braves. Unless I got traded to an American League club, my chances of making it to the major leagues were slim and none. There weren’t many clubs in the National League who could carry a player who was good for offense-only. Maybe if you. The days of captivity continued. Each day we were told to shower, given clean undergarments (but no real clothing), and fed meals through a panel in the door. But why were we here? I could hear other women, in other rooms. Some cried, others yelled in defiance. At first I had assumed Alex and I had been taken for ransom. Yet with so many of us held captive I began to think of another possibility, a terrible horrible possibility, something I had read about in the news; female slave trafficking.. “I know you like it when things are tight.” Her next giggle transformed into a squeal. “Owie! Not fair! Not my nipple, ya old meanie!”He chuckled, then his voice suddenly got serious. “Quiet, now. Spread your legs properly. Attagirl. So eager. And already wet. Won’t be long before you make a mess, will it?”She replied with a wordless moan.You felt that sound deep in the pit of your stomach.“Now, where should we start? Hmm? Maybe…at the very bottom?”You squirmed on your mattress when she gasped.