It made me very uncomfortable. And just then, I felt coldness on my right wrist and heard a 'click'. Desiree easily maneuvered my left hand behind me ...nd before I could comprehend, through my sexual fog, what was going on, a second 'click' had me handcuffed behind my back."What the hell are you doing?" I said, much louder than we had been communicating before."Hush now little slut." Desiree interrupted. I started yanking at the handcuffs, but they were not plastic, they were real, I wasn't. “But Jason asked me to bring some upstairs.” I replied.“He’ll get his beer, we just don’t want it getting cold do we?” Dan smirked and nodded to the fridge. I put the beer back in the fridge and closed the door. “Good,” He said while stepping towards me, “Now give me a little twirl.”I obeyed, I slowly turned my body around and stood to face him again.“Very nice, you look very pretty. Pretty little boys deserve to be rewarded.” He stepped closer, locked eyes with me and grabbed my cock with his. "When a coach calls out your name, go with him," LaCross yelled. "Miller and Hartman, you're with me."He turned and headed off to one of the practice fields on the edge of the complex. He didn't want anyone to watch this in case it turned ugly.Fred Hartman frowned when he was singled out to join Brock Miller. Hartman was 30 years old but hadn't played in the majors in four seasons. He had spent all of the previous year at Class AAA Indianapolis in the Pirates system, not even able to break into. I was aroused by the sight of my husband fucking another woman."Mr. Crick. Fuck me please." the girl pleaded.My husband obliged by pulling his cock out and then rammed it back in hard and fast. The shaft of his manhood slid in between the lips like hot knife through butter. I watched with amazement at the young cunt taking my husband's fully length. Her lips were even drawn out at each pull, as if her cunt hadn't wanted to let go of my husband's cock.Glistening beads of her cunt juice mixed.