Third was perhaps my weakest defensive position. Additionally, we were starting our rookie leftie, Marty Bausch, which meant the Yankees would load up...on right-handed hitters, most of whom had a tendency to pound screamers down the third-base line.Was I "afraid" to play under those conditions? No. Afraid was far too strong a word.But let's try "under-eager."Hitting ninth as usual, I became the first Oriole baserunner of the game in the third inning with two out. It was a double but the Yankee. I have an upper middle class upbringing , I used to go to a maths tuition in ninth std.It was a good class there was a girl who used to study in cbse school she was in the morning batch I was in the evening batch I used to go to morning batch after some months because my school started afternoon batch. Sometimes I used to walk to class I saw her walking to class one day we chatted for a while .We were friends not good ones but not bad ones either she was hot to tell you literally she used to. Mark shrugged and shook his head. “But you’ve gotta be punished, boy. You’ve gotta learn the price of breaking into people’s homes. If I let you go, you’ll be right back out there burglarizing and stealing. You have to be punished or you won’t learn your lesson.” “Please, mister. I won’t do it anymore. I was just taking small things, enough to pay my rent. I promise I’ll stop.” Tommy pleaded. Mark frowned. “Pay your rent? You out on your own? Where do you live?” Tommy named a nearby seedy. "Relax." I kissed her on the tip of her nose. "I'm going to make sure you have a good time."What I did was reach down and grasp my penis like I was going to beat off. That left an inch or so sticking out of my hand. That inch I pressed into her. My hand pressed against her mons, clitty included. Then I basically fucked my hand. By pressing forward I could feed her maybe a couple of inches, but no more. Those two inches didn't stress her out at all, probably because she'd had enough fingers in.