The Manager called me into his office after the game. "Where did you learn to hit like that? Pitchers don't usually bat worth a damn." I haven't alway... been a pitcher. I thought I was drafted as a shortstop or utility player when I was drafted. I play all of the infield positions and have played both right and left field. I haven't played much center field, and haven't caught since high school."The Manager, Mike Redmond, pulled my file out and called the pitching coach and Mike Berger, the. " Eventually you drank it, remember?" Yuk! Yeah, I did, didn't I? Was I always a slut?" All women are sluttish at heart. At least that's been how I found them."I raised my eyebrows and he laughed at me. "In all fairness I had four fingers shoved up your snatch and you had already come several times. And so when I asked you to empty the rubber, you never hesitated. You took it off me and very slowly let the cum drip down your throat." Mmmm." Had you ever swallowed a load before that?" I don't. Linda waited a couple of minutes more and then, thinking of a suitable excuse, got up and joined them. Jonathan was sat on a high stool, his left leg up and his bare foot on the front edge. He rested his chin on both hands and they in turn were placed on his knee cap. He looked a little tired. He smelt and looked a bit sweaty, but neither women seemed bothered. Dorothy was bustling around, making him a big sandwich. Linda entered the room. “Hello, Jonathan,” she said. He turned slightly and,. He had white latex gloves on. He took out a small sample jar and a big cotton swab stick. Looking down over her back to her bare bottom, he reached and skilfully pulled apart one of Mom's quivering white buttocks. I shuddered with shock and disgust as he wiped the swab stick over her bumhole. Her anus twitched in reflex as he repeated this action several times, but she stood still and quiet, submitting to him.I reeled back in horror. Yet my cock began to twitch and harden in my jeans. I didn't.