I took off for the clubhouse to shower and put on a good uniform when I was done throwing. I felt good today. My clothes felt good, my shoes were comf...rtable, and my stomach was even settled down. I went out to join in on some live batting practice and to chase some of the balls hit from the batting cage. I knew better than to ask to throw some batting practice, so I just fielded what I could, and threw to Loney who was covering first.Joe herded the team and coaches into the clubhouse when it. By the time the gang left I had lost count of the amount of cocks my cunt had accomodated or how much cum I had swallowed. I loved it and definitley planned to make a habit of being gangbanged - maybe a workplace next time. I worked in a private girls school - not many cocks there but I would see how many I could fuck of those men on staff and try to do it so I knew who they were but they didn't know I was the cunt they were fucking.I thought about going home when I heard a group of. .or i pass it as they told meI didnt know what they were saying before i had a hand in my speedo spreading my ass until his finger starter marking circle on my cherry looking around if people could see but evryone were doing there stuff ''please stop it please''''dont get hard , its a test , Mike here think you are a sissy''under the water my lil cock lost the fight i was having , focussing not to get hard''he wont last 5min i think yo are right mike''jeff holding his hand over my crotch. Surrounded by other diners, she’d used that tone, trying to hide the hurt and pleading in her words, the sense of loss, and of failure. ‘I’m not sure this is the best place for this conversation,’ she’d said. ‘I hear what you’re saying but I hope there’s room to talk about it.’ But there had been no room. It was a final humiliation to top the pile of humiliations that had been their relationship. She’d gotten good at that tone because of him, hiding her fears and embarrassment in public.