He had me up against the wall reading me out until he finally said, "That was probably the right move but you're not a coach, you play where I tell yo.... Now send that sack'o shit to me so I can ream his ass."Before we went to the field again, the kid was in the showers. Our utility infielder that was best at third and short took short and I covered second. We played good together and were able to play all three balls hit to us for outs.After a couple of hits and an out, I was up again. This. Sweat trickled down the back of my uniform shirt as I strode to the mound, intent on getting us out of the seventh and back into the game.Little Rock seemed energized by beating up on our major league starter, but I thought I could use that to my advantage. When they're excited, make them wait...It took me the prescribed eight pitches to acclimate myself to the new mound, and I was ready to carve my name into the Double A record books.Their first batter was a Punch and Judy hitter. There was no. I heard the rustling of the covers, and the next thing I knew, here was this beautiful body standing over me as I opened my eyes in the dim light. She placed her finger over her lips and uttered, “Shh, don’t speak”. Without hesitation, she slowly peeled the covers off of me all the way down to my feet. While not taking her gaze from me, she places both hands on her sides and inserts her fingers into the panty’s and slowly wiggles them down her legs to what I assume is the floor because that. As he rubbed my love button, my body started responding, probably helped by the pussy-licking session I’d had that morning with Marlene, and I started to squirm and rock my hips against his fingers.I glanced over to see a growing bulge in Don’s slacks. Don noticed my glance, and he quickly unzipped his pants and fished out his semi-hard cock. It was pretty big, maybe 8” long, and very thick, and hung over the edge of the seat. He pulled my hand over to his lap and moved it up and down on his.