Now the closeness between us was so much that his face and mine face started rubbing each other. Second with some more courage started rolling his han...s over my arms and some times armpits. I was feeling ticklish an I could feel the wetness in my panties.Second guy also came closer and started rubbing his dick with my thighs. Bobby was pressing my butts making me mad with lust. I don’t know when the first guy hands cupped my boobs. I know it was not possible for him to hold my boobs in single. Hamako isn't here, but I know one of those Confucius sayings myself. Confucius say woman is like convertible. She more fun with her top down." Stop it!" she said, her voice suddenly serious. "I'm not having fun!"He could hear she was really upset. He didn't know she was upset because she had the sudden urge to just take the top off and attack him, but he could tell she wasn't happy. "I'm sorry," he said, looking away. "You're right."She adjusted her suit, and then asked him what had happened.He. If a ballplayer gets hit in the face, and then tells you he's not gun-shy afterward, he's lying. It's hard to stand in there against major league pitching -- especially when those headhunters are pissed at you most of the time, for threatening their only reliable source of income.Getting hit had never bothered me all that much -- my batting style invited it, because I tended to hang around too long in the box, waiting for the ball to break back over the plate.Whoops! That one didn't. I tried to rationalize that you only live once, strike while the iron is hot, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, etc. But I also thought, what if this guy lured me here to beat the shit out me, rob me, whatever… I was so nervous I put the car back in drive and began pulling away. As soon as I did my phone chirped and it was him emailing. “You gonna sit out there all day?” It was now or never. His message pushed me over the edge and gave me the courage to knock on his door. He yelled down.