??Then this is the perfect moment to start. I’ll give you a hand if you can’t get them on by yourself.?I started to put on the ?uniform?. I really...didn’t think it qualified as such since there wasn’t much of it. But I guessed it was better than going around naked. I pulled up the bottom half of the ?uniform? with some difficulty. I didn’t know what to call it as there was too much of it to qualify them as panties, but too little to qualify them as shorts. Once I had managed to pull them up,. She threw two fastballs in a row, both just outside the box and low. She didn’t like getting hit.“I feel a changeup coming,” I said and proceeded to swing so late on her fastball that I laughed.“That was her fastest pitch yet, my friend. She didn’t like you hitting her.” No kidding.She threw two more fastballs, I swung twice more and missed badly each time. She had gone to her strength. I took a walk and came back into the box with one out and two men on.Her first pitch was down the pipe and. She said that she was going to grab some lunch at Subway. Since I hadn’t eaten lunch I offered to buy hers if she would bring me back one. She accepted, took my $10, and went off. When she returned I offered her the desk to eat at so we could continue talking. I was starving and ate my sandwich quickly. She had diarrhea of the mouth and hadn’t taken more than two bites by the time I was finished. We talked as I worked and naturally the conversation turned to her boyfriend and sex. We talked. My arms were aching but orgasm after orgasm tore through my body. The innocent girl I was six weeks ago was long gone and I loved it. Eventually, they untied my hands and Andre carried me across to the physio table. He lay me across it, legs pointing to the ceiling, pussy positioned over one side and head hanging over the other. “I want to teach this whore a lesson, Andre,” Jubair announced as he moved toward the table. With my head dangling, it was hard to keep my eyes on Jubair but I watched.