Many baseball players, young and old, good and bad, had come and gone by then. We still had about sixty hopefuls, and Jepperson's minions had been out...creating a farm system of sorts so that they would all have places to go when the season began in about a month. I was probably the oldest after Makeeta got hurt, and Junkins and I were certainly the most experienced ball players still there. I wish I could say that experience counted for something, but I don't think that it did. Not that spring,. However, upon closer look, it turned out to be my boss. He looked up toward our building and I found myself ducking my head out of sight. I slowly peeked again. My boss approached the statuesque, mocha sunbather. Meanwhile I was trying to process how this could possibly happen. Was everyone in the office (with this view) doing the same thing? Watching? Eventually participating? How on earth was he able to hook up with her? Did he just wing it and make a cold call on her? This was all too. But if it was Elliot who did it, then that would be all she would ever think of.William appeared to be trying to talk her out of it, but she seemed determined to do it, so after awhile William stopped bringing it up.But eventually they discussed the new problem this created, which was "Where was Kathryn going to get some experience with someone and not let Elliot find out about it?"That was something Kathryn insisted on completely once she made up her mind.Kathryn knew that it couldn't be with. "Go on," she said. "I want to feel you shove your dick right down my throat. Do it, Jeff! Do it now! Oh god! I'm--" Her body tensed up again as she cried out. Jeff was surprised at how easily she reached orgasm, even without being physically stimulated. Then with a final shudder, she relaxed. Jeff simply knelt there, not knowing what to do.Then he caught a gleam in her eye, and realized that she wasn't through with him yet. "Now it's your turn to feel good, big brother," she breathed. She stuck.