That was daring, believe me.“Hi, Ellie. How are you? I haven’t seen you in ages.”The girl next to her giggled, but I remained focussed on Ellie....��I’m great, thank you. Did you have a good Christmas?”I was about to answer when someone called to me that it was my turn at bowling. Bad planning! Terrible! I made my apologies and left her, never to return again, as after that she was always in a huddle of giggling girls. I wasn’t brave enough to run that particular gauntlet. I got the impression that. But it would be worth it. At least I was hopping it would.I new that being 'prepared' would mean shaved, showered, and ready to be obey with out question. And no masturbation. Period. Which normally wouldn't be too much of a problem. Except with this party on my mind, masturbation was exactly what I was thinking.The next day I was up early, made my coverage switch, cleaned the house, ran the errands, and generally did what ever I could to kill time before I had to get cleaned up and on my way.. She was crying.The ugly hag said training time, my little slut needs to learn how to take a cock down her throat and eat man cum, your also my bitch now do what ever I say or I'll give you up understand?. all I could say was yes ma'am.... The old bat owend me now.They came in, mom grabed her daughters hair and forced her to her knees in front of me I could see she was in pain her mom started spanking my hard on telling me I better fuck the shit out of her mouth or I would get a beating. Once. He played shortstop and third base and I'd worked with him and helped him become a pretty good pitcher too.My name is Rob. I'm six feet tall and about 165 pounds, thin from years of distance running in addition to the baseball, with dirty blond hair, blue eyes, German ancestry, about as white bread as you could get. That summer I was 28, unmarried, no kids, unusual for a youth league coach, as most coaches are parents of the kids playing. But knowledge of baseball was one thing I had to offer.