Syd watched Frieda’s large, no…massive, hands approach his cock. Syd remembered the near painful muscle compressions and thought of the sensations...Frieda’s hands might give him. Syd quickly covered his flaccid cock with his hands and said ‘I not really feeling it. The massage was great but has left me tired and drained. I would prefer to skip any more activity. I need to get to my room and rest.’ Frieda took it all in stride. He wasn’t the first to react as such and she was a professional.. My head felt a little better when I was horizontal again."Yes," I answered in a whisper. "It is very bright in here and my head hurts like a bitch." That's the concussion. You are probably going to have to stay horizontal for a few more days. You'll feel better that way. Also I have these sunglasses you can wear when you are awake to help with the brightness," he informed me as he fitted the glasses on my face. "Is that better?" he asked after a few minutes."Yes," I answered still in a whisper,. I was surprised too. Do you remember Christine?" Sure" I certainly did heck I even see her on the rare event. An ultra cute tall latina."I was like 16 and just had that operation on the base of my spine. Chris comes over and decided it's time to lose her virginity. You have no idea how painful it was having fresh stitches on your tailbone and a girl climbing on top. After she got the head in and bled she got into it. She's taking me half way then plop, she did not like it one bit. She. It is a classy, moody, downtown martini bar, mahogany walls and such. Bar on one side, restaurant on the other.I was there ahead of her, waiting in an out-of-the-way booth, private and secluded. She walked in looking great, dressed uncharacteristically in a black sexy dress and sunglasses. I stood up. We hugged. I complemented her on looking extraordinary and she complemented me on my new shirt.We had a few drinks and were having a nice, relaxed, romantic time. She was nervously going through.