Angel held it in her hands and her curiosity made her turn it on low and then on high. "Oh this is a good one Chris", said Angel. It had nice power an... Chris was pleased that it had passed her inspection. She set it on the end table next to her. While she was giving her massager a look over, she was distracted by the porno on TV that she was catching out of the corner of her eye, and had found herself getting so aroused. She suggested to Chris that she should try it out. "Good, I was kind of. Deep and relentless he claims every inch of my will and body. I watch in the mirror as my rounded bum surrenders utterly to his thrusting conquest, my hands reach out behind me to caress and plead with his hard working muscled thighs, cup his balls tight against my pain scored arse hole, grasping in pleading surrender for his hands and arms that grasp my hips and hold me subject to his tireless lust. This is mastery, this is so sore humbled slave struggling to do its duty. I look in the mirror. And even if they somehow did, it's just not physically possible for me. I'm already stretched waaaay too thin, like I was saying before."He concluded, "But the main thing is, I don't love any of them. Well, I probably do love Christine, but things couldn't work out with her for a thousand reasons. I need to be realistic. It's time I start making the tough choices. Call it triage, if you will. With what you suggest with Brenda, it's brilliant, because I'll only have to half let Brenda go."They. On ten-kilometer runs, the good ones would already be jogging back, cooling down, while I was still chugging along, two kilometers to go to the end. I wasn't breathing any harder than they were across the finish line, but if I tried to carry their pace across the full course, I would have collapsed into a quivering mass of exhaustion. I just hoped my ball-handling skills were better than theirs, so I would have an edge somewhere along the line.We ran without soccer balls most of the time. By.