You're the one, crying about how you want to be a ballplayer so bad. Pitchers don't gotta be good hitters, Freddie. All they gotta do is pitch. You go... any chance at all, making it in this game, it would be as a pitcher." You think the Orioles would keep me on? As a pitcher? Maybe if I started over, down in Frederick -- or even in Aberdeen, with the rookie club?" There's not a chance in hell of that, Freddie. Nobody's even discussed the possibility. I'm the only one making the suggestion. The. I had to end thisbefore it got out of hand.I shifted myself around a little to turn my crotch away from her ass.Then I felt a shock as a hand touched my hip. It tucked a fingerinto the pocket of my jeans and pulled it until it had turned me aroundagain, so that my crotch was buried in her cheeks again.The woman in front of me glanced up from her newspaper. Her blueeyes locked on mine, and I felt the full impact of what washappening in that brief moment before she looked down at the paperagain.. The hand moved to the other cheek, grabbing at my lower butt, fingers slipping between my legs. I could feel the fingers only inches from my pussy, my body gripped in terror of being raped.He turned my on my side again, facing Ashley. I could feel him behind me. I felt him grab the silky top in his hand and heard the sound of tearing material as he pulled it from my body and threw it on the bed in front of me. I could see the look on Ashley's face as she was also stripped naked, her tee shirt. I could feel my face burning in embarrassment and I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. If the truth be known, I was scared shitless. Shamed, fearful and shaking like hell, I stood there, my grandmother staring at my naked body as I stared at hers."Well, what have we here?" she said after a long pause.There was still a smile on her face and I knew that she knew what we had here. She had caught me, red handed, my cock sticking up in the air, throbbing, watching her walk naked around her.