They each pressed one of her arms down and strapped it in place, over wrist, forearm and bicep. A needle pierced Bailey’s skin, hitting a vein in th... crook of her elbow. ‘No! What the hell? Get it out! Get it out!’ Bailey screamed and yanked against her bonds. ‘What the hell are you doing to me?’ Her frenzied efforts to make it come out were in vain. Bailey felt panic clench cold in her chest, forcing out little defeated whimpers even as she twisted in the straps. Ginger pulled the bottom of. His hands went immediately to my head. I pulled his swimsuit down over his swollen cock. It was big and thick. He was hairless. I took his big cock in my hand stroking it slowly then placing my mouth on the head.He gasped as I slid my mouth down over his big hard cock. I could hear him groaning as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth. All of a sudden he groaned really hard and my mouth filled with his cum. I was shocked but held his cock in my mouth as he came hard. I swallowed every drop. I was looking at myself in the mirror and admiring the way my curves looked in the silky material.The soft silky fabric felt good against my breasts and as I ran my hands over them my nipples started to harden. Suddenly there was a gentle knock on the dressing room door and I was startled out of my daze. I'm not quite sure what made me just open the door, but I did. The man who smiled at me earlier slid past me and pushed the door closed. I didn’t even have time to react before his big hands. He knew the players, and they knew him. Years earlier, when the boy had been only three and four years old, Walter Simpson and his wife had cared for him in their home, while the boy's mother worked as a waitress. It was a commercial child-care arrangement that, over time, had become much more. The old man and his wife still thought of the boy as their grandson.Mr. Simpson beckoned the Barons' starting pitcher, Johnny Mackinson, over to the stands, and introduced him to his "grandson."The boy.