I made it to the warehouse wherethe tryouts were being held to notice that there was no line to mysurprise..then it hit me..I didn't have my guitar wi...h me...shit, whatam I going to do, woo them with my air guitar impression. Hoping theyhad a guitar for me to use, I walked through the door."Welcome! See I told you gals that we would get someone to come..." Along blond haired beauty stood before me smiling ear to ear."I am the only one to show up?" I asked looking around as I set myjacket on. "Stop." he growls."My lord?" Her eyes fly to his, her fingers still moving."I said stop, now!"She pulls her hand away, her hips still moving at the loss of the pleasure, her eyes uncertain as to what he wants now."Now I know what you like, so its my turn."He puts one knee on the bed, between her thighs, bracing himself on there and on one hand by her head. His other hand comes up to her face, a single finger tracing along her cheek, trailing down along her jaw. He lowers his head to meet her. I pulled back and looked her in the eyes. I caressed her body with my hands, feeling her firm body under the sheer nylon.“I want you to fuck my ass.” I said. “I want to feel you inside me, deep in me. I want your cock in my ass.” I rolled over and spread my arms and legs in an X pattern. “Take me now, take my ass.”She began by massaging my back. She worked her way down to my buttocks and concentrated her efforts there. She mounted me across my thighs. I felt our nylons rubbing on our legs. My. That was when they stopped telling me what pitch was coming. I embarrassed myself several times as I hacked away at bad predictions. I guess I might not be ready for the major leagues. Coach Camarillo wasn’t discouraged, so I felt better about myself.“David, grab a glove and shag a few fly balls,” Coach Boyd suggested.They sent me to center field and I began to run down fly balls or back up grounders. On Kris’s last at bat he hit one that went through the gap between center and right fields and.