“Don’t say please. You lose a lot of your authority that way,” Jess commented as she unhooked her bra. In another minute, her underwear was sitt...ng on top of the rest of her clothes on the floor and she was standing at attention in front of Emma. She didn’t make Emma fumble through the next steps.“K, have me get on all fours,” Jess directed. The back-and-forth was a bit awkward, but Emma got the hang of things.“Jess, down on all floors, pl-” She cut herself off before saying ‘please’ again.. I also might have mentioned to Eric that the thought of you fooling around with multiple guys has turned me on for years.” “I thought that was just bed talk between us,” she said. “It is, but I've known Eric a long time, and we have been known to talk a little about…you know, stuff.” “So I owe him, still? Eric said that? Did he tell you what I owe him and why?” I answered as if confused. “I’m not real sure. Will you finish filling me in? I would love to hear details.” “I’ll bet you would.. I have a slight limp from the accident but it’s no big deal, hardly noticeable when I am not too sore. My jaw is very squared, something my mom told me was a common trait of men in my family. My shoulders seem to fit the Marine Corps. Dress Blues perfectly. Broad but not overbearing, and a thick midsection from years of working out daily have made me relatively attractive at the worst of times. I knock on the door and the sight before me almost knocks me over. This little girl, she can’t be a. I told him I would need to get his clothes off so I could see what was wrong and so I could hopefully rub/pop his back. He was hurting so bad, he didn't care and said to do whatever I needed to. I got his shoes and socks off. Next came his shirt and finally his shorts. He laid there in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I slowly slid them down revealing his nice bubble butt and cock. I had him lay on his stomach. I looked in the storage cabinet and found some massage oil and lotion. I squirted.