The designated player would shake his hand -- or, sometimes even embrace the tall Japanese lefthander. The ritual took place daily. It was often awkwa...dly performed, and the "acting" was sometimes atrocious.None of that seemed to matter. It was working. The message was coming through clearly: We needed to pull together and get this thing done. What Shiggie Nomura did in his off hours -- and with whom -- seemed progressively less important.Before August was over, almost every guy on the team had. It wasn’t long before she was grinding her hips onto my fingers in a circular motion to the rhythm of my trembling fingers. Her swollen pussy lips were now soaking in her sweet nectar and her clit was sticking out about half an inch like a little erect cock. I took it gently between my finger and thumb and massaged it. The more intense my rubbing of her clit became the more she thrashed about below me until I finally slipped a finger inside her and she squealed in sheer delight as she came. "Reluctantly, Jessica followed Sammy as he crossed the weed-infested yard that seemed to also serve as a driveway and garbage dump. Kyle was right behind her, so close she could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She felt like a prisoner being marched down Death Row. Part of her brain was yelling at her to run, but she knew she wouldn't get far, and she had no idea where to go anyway.Sammy opened the front door and she followed him into a living room that was just as messy as the front. The next day at work, I received a phone call from Don."Mitch, that car is registered to a Derek Baxter. He runs some kind of detective service. He is 56 and married. He lives in Westport, so he must be doing pretty well." Thanks, Don," I responded. "I have to wonder why he has an interest in me, though."Don seemed to hesitate a little before he continued, "His specialty seems to be a thing he calls marriage fidelity checks. I asked a few of the troopers about him. They said he pretty much uses.