Courtney was still hooking up the 'company' computer. Stall two was a bathroom that had a long row of sinks and individual toilet cubicles with doors....There was a double shower in the corner if needed, but this was really the 'guest bath.' We still debated over whether our guests would be comfortable with a unisex bathroom for the studio. We could convert stall three into another bathroom if it became a problem.You don't really realize how big a space is until you are inside it. At various. It didn’t matter though, succeed or fail; it was all fun to attempt.I had a chat with one of the coaches when my turn had finished. “The pitching machine really is good, that must help your team to improve its batting.”He laughed, “It should but this one is pretty old, it no longer is capable of giving consistent ball speed or accuracy.” He explained. “We should really get a new one.”That made me perk up, “What would happen to this one, if you were able to get a new one?” I asked, “It would be. .Its not long before my pleasure is interrupted by 2 hands on my hips pulling me up and round onto my knees, still with a hard cock in my mouth, my legs are forced open, and again 2 fingers are inserted deep in my hole, this time more forcefully, making my gasp as he adds another finger, stretching my tight hole, each gasp is met with the cock in my mouth being forced deep into the back of my throat. Gagging hard as he hits the back of my throat again, I pull my head up, look into the face of. I tell you, it was more intoxicating than the beer, but that's not surprising, they always reckon that Soho beer is so weak it's like fucking near water.Just then brown eyes said, "I should have introduced myself, I'm Rashid, and I don't know many people here, are you a regular?"With that he put his right hand out and we shook hands while being pressed against the bar from behind by the constant crush of people trying to get one last drink in before they closed."I'll tell you what," he said,.