The gate guard was all smiles when we drove up. He had me park in a special spot and told me that I would be assigned a numbered slot when the season ...tarted. We followed his directions through the hallways to a door that had a picture of Joe Madden on it. I didn't know who I should see first, so I knocked on that door."Come in, it has to be the boy wonder from the Marlins."I opened the door and looked in and saw Joe, and Andrew Friedman who was sitting in a chair in front of Joe's desk.. Actually it was almost noon and I could hear her changing the bed before she came into the kitchen.I poured her coffee and she asked, "When did you get home?" I got in about midnight. I guess you didn't crawl into bed like you said you were going to when I talked to you last night. No one in my bed and no wife here to welcome me. Do you want to tell me about it?"My wife was trying to decide how much to tell me. "I was raped last night by four military men." That's funny, they didn't say. I sit in the chair, get comfortable and have a sip of scotch feeling the warm liquid coat my throat and warm my insides. I ask you what it is that is around your chest and you say that in good time I will find out. At this point my cock is as hard as stone and I start to rub it and you yell at me to stop and state that I can only do what you tell me. I sit back relax, have another sip and watch the show. You slowly stand up from the chair and walk over to me and kneel in front of me. At this. She wondered how long the boyfriend would keep it in his pants. The other rules were simple. Food in the apartment would be shared, as well as chores. No TV, stereo or other loud noise after 11 pm. Wendi had no problems with any of that. The apartment was on the second floor of a single family home. The downstairs was occupied by Professor Harris and her teenage son, Chris. The apartment was functional. They had a bathroom with a walk-in closet off the bedroom. There were two standard beds,.