I thought I would never meet her, as she would go to her husband in a month’s time, so I took it easy. We had become good friends meanwhile. One fin... day she pinged me saying that she wants to meet up. She confirmed whether this was my profession and hoped that this is not paid sex. She didn’t want a professional gigolo or something. I assured her about it and replied saying that we can meet at a coffee shop. She did not agree as she could not leave her child alone. I said that it would be. If a girl is popular, it usually isn’t because she is pretty or a good person. It is generally because she is a slut, and the guys know she is a sure thing.My first lunch break in my new school, word has already gotten around about what I had done in Fort Grand. Everybody wants to be my friend. I wait until the cafeteria is mostly full before I go for lunch. As I am getting my food, I looked around. I am looking for a particular kind of girl. My life in the military taught me never to expect. “Stand up!” She gasped.He regained his feet, jumping up and down for a moment, gasping wordlessly.“Oh look at your soft little cock, waving about. Just like a little boy. Now stand still. Good. I think your cock needs extra stimulation after that spanking. Come closer, press your legs against my thigh.” She circled his waist with her right arm and gently lifted the soft penis with her left hand. She bent forward and took the tip between her lips, circling it with her tongue.“OHHHHAAAA!” cried. "She pointedly turned his back and Bob uncomfortably pulled his shorts off from under the smock. She had him lie down on the massage table, opened the back of the smock and flipped a towel over Bob's ass, relieving his embarrassment. For the next few minutes she probed, squeezed and manipulated every muscle he knew of from the base of his spine to his neck, and several he hadn't known existed. During the procedure, she poured some hot oil into her palms and used it in the massage.Bob started to.