If I didn’t like No. 5 so much I would have asked for it. Bob’s the same way with No. 11. Did you ask or did he offer?”“He gave it to me,” P...il said. “He said it used to be his number. I promised him I’d do my best not to embarrass it.”“You’ll be fine,” Ted said. “I think your entourage wants a private moment. Just make sure you’re back in the dugout before Skip comes.”“Sure, Ted,” Phil agreed and he jogged across the field to the fence that separated the playing field from the small bleachers. I swallowed hard as I suggested we go home. My heart started to sink. As we left, Matt circled my shoulders with his arm, and I let him. We would normally have held hands, but I guess we had moved on since our last kiss. I snuggled into him and wrapped my arm around his waist; tucking my hand into his back pocket. Matt smiled at me, “After my money, eh!” I smiled back, “What else would you have in your back pocket that I might be interested in?” We arrived at my door once more. I turned to. ERIK: Mmmm, you have really nice feet. TREY (thinking): Oh, oh! That feels strangely wonderful! 16. Now both of Trey’s socks have been peeled off. And now poor Trey is shrieking into his gag and looking like an electrified cat because the teasing Eric is tickling the sole of one of Trey’s bare feet. TREY (muffled): Aie…! Eee…! Oh…! Oh please, don't—! ERIK: Oh, so you are ticklish. That’s good to know in case you give me any trouble. 17. Now Trey. She cried out into her gag as she crawled down from the car into the dirty alleyway, her nose-ring yanking her head down, a trickle of blood leaking from her nostrils before she got control and followed after her Master on her hands an knees, fear and humiliation filling her, feeding her, making her body burn with shame and lust. She couldn't look up, couldn't see where he was leading her, knowing only that he had taken her into the city, was exposing her, exposing her naked, crawling,.