"I shrugged as he flipped open the sheet of heavy paper and pushed his mouth into a thin line, glancing at me over his glasses."He would rather we let...you go. He says you might be a detriment to our program. That is the word he uses." He held the letter toward me, leaned forward over a yard of polished mahogany and pointed at a word. His cuff links appeared to be small gold coins. "Right there, detriment." All I could see was the MLB letterhead and a scrawled signature. I wondered if he signed. I was huffing a bit, being a little out of my best physical conditioning, but Koch and Flerrie appeared to show little if any fatigue and they made no particular complaints. I left them for the moment at one of the roadside vendor tents, an ale house of sorts, and let them quench their thirsts. The air had been brisk and quite dry, but the eastern storm clouds were getting obvious nearer. I hoped that we could be safely home again before the storm struck but this would be unlikely. I wanted to. Pleased with what had happened Melissa told me to strip and lay down on the floor, so I did. She removed her jeans and the red thong she was wearing, exposing a neatly trimmed patch of hair over her vagina. Still smiling, she stood over me and knelt down placing her hands on my chest and positioning her firm ass over me. Her body started moving, grinding, on my penis, she was wet. I was so hard at this point it hurt, I couldn’t believe this was happening. One hand moved down and. “I will,” he said, keeping his eye contact with me and burying his cock back into her mouth.It was humiliating to hear those words, especially the ones my mom had spoken, but my penis was still throbbing and begging for attention. I returned my focus to my mom’s lips wrapped around Cliff’s cock and moved my hand down to stroke myself.“Get the fuck out,” Cliff mouthed at me, pointing to the door.I pulled up my shorts and boxers and quietly left for my room. That was the end of that experience.