It all came back, muscle memory, and she smiled. She could do it without thinking.Vixen touched the ball to her borrowed glove, fixed her eyes on the ...atcher's mitt, took a long stride, rotated her arm high above her head, pushed off on her toes and fired a fastball from beside her knee finishing up in fielding position as she had been taught. The sound it made pleased her, a solid smack. The batter had jumped away."Ease up, it's batting practice," yelled the coach.She smiled at him and. The boardroom erupts in cheers and more cat calls."Jezzie turn around and grab your ankles, and spread 'em wide."I follow her command."Fuck that bitch hard tonight boss, you know sie wants it badly." Okay ladies, that's enough objectifying for now. Let's get back towork."The video cuts off. Jezebel, I have to park you somewhere without a school uniform and youare not sashaying around in that gown for the rest of the day."She looks at the class schedule. "Perfect, you are basically dressed. Now if I do something, I will get caught and did not want to fancy my chances. Since she was not feeling sleepy, we decided to talk about something.I asked for her phone and was going through her WhatsApp conversation with her boyfriend. They were having a steamy chat and I was getting turned on reading that. Also, from her chats, I understood that her boyfriend is super busy recently and is not heading to her much.I started browsing her gallery. I asked her casually if she deletes all the pics. He was busy on the rowing machine, his shirt off, and his upper body muscles flexing with every movement, when Jenny surprised him. ‘Oh…hi Jenny, if you can just give me a moment I will be upstairs in a flash.’ Jenny could not believe her eyes, the timid mouse Taylor, the man with the golden fingers that makes a guitar sing, is ripped. She enjoyed the sight of his muscles moving, as he hastily pulled a T-shirt over his head. She wanted to cry out, ‘no, leave the shirt,’ but then it was too.