My screams compete with Tori and the strap, and once again, when I am sure I cannot stand another, he stops. Across the room again he goes, as I softl... weep into the feathery pillow, the heat between my legs almost as great as my welted bottom. He returns and again stands over me, but rather than fire, this time his hands deliver ice as he squeezes the cream out onto my right nate. He again massages my cheek, this time delivering the cool cream over the raised ridges of the strap marks. The. "How old are you?" I was asked."Thirty-eight," I replied."Goodness, I thought you might have been less than twenty-five," responded the questioner with some relief. "Your body is like an alabaster statuette, so clean, pure, and athletic." She began to run her hands, ever so lightly, over my body, from face to knees. "So smooth and unencumbered." She touched my cock, but only lightly, focussing instead on the area nearby, running her hand through what should have been pubic hair. She invited her. Of course, I told them all up front; that I was unavailable for anything except what was happening at the moment. I didn't need any of them planning anything that would affect my marriage and family. I, also, learned to be a great masseur and I could unlock car doors when someone locked their keys in the ignition, and could also fix most office equipment. This added advantage gave me the opportunity to have contact with many of the women in the work place. I never realized how many women there. "To which she responded, "Pity, the girls love a man in uniform, you look so sexy in it." I didn't respond, what she had in mind sounded disrespectful to the uniform, even if it were only my JROTC uniform. But, she took my mind off that by reaching up and unbuttoning my shirt. After the shirt came off, she started on my jeans. I kicked off my sneakers along with the jeans, and I was naked, and hard of course.Her hands trailed up my chest hair, over my shoulders, and down my arms, giving my.