After she was comfortable, I gave it to her. She sipped the lukewarm brew and sighed. After a few more sips, she said “Wow, some night last night... right?” I immediately felt a huge sense of relief. Either she did not remember all the craziness from last night, or she was OK with it. I certainly planned to downplay the events at the private party unless she started delving into the sordid details of what happened. I let her enjoy her second cup as I headed to the bathroom to take a. "I could sense she was not that comfortable talking about this."You seem to get excited by talking about this," she said. "Why didn't you say something when he was giving me a foot massage?" Because you have such a wall about sexual touch that I am happy anytime you are open to it. I want you to be as free and open about sex as you can be. I do not feel I have the right to stop you from what you want to do. Did you think his touch was sexual in any way when he massaged your feet?" I feel that. A lot of people are sorry to see him going away, but others are happy to see him going because they’ll now stand a better chance of winning some of the events.During his two years on the university cross country team David does well; often winning and no lower than third place in his events. Thus the coach and his team-mates are happy to have him on the team because his performances add to the team points and the team’s position in the competition. Despite doing well in the regular competitions. He slapped me once again and asked the question again. I told him that I wanted to please him, because I was a faggot. He slapped me more and asked me to say it loud and I yelled at the top of my lungs announcing that I was a faggot. He unzipped and lowered his jeans exposing a beautiful looking male sex muscle, semi erect, cut, huge and thick with multiple webs of veins all around. He had a humongous cockhead and the big balls were totally shaved clean. He moved forward and pressed his cock on.