I told her to go head and touch the cum and feel it. she wiped some up with her fingers and played with awhile. I told her to taste it and she put it...up to her tongue and she licked a little up she didn't make a face or anything she just said not bad I thought it would taste worse. I cleaned up and got dressed she asked the same time tomorrow and I said sure. The next day we went in and she said what is this session about? I told her today she would jack me off. She smiled and went right. I was faced away from him when he suddenly reached between my legs and grabbed my balls. He had done this before. If I tried to pull away he squeezed harder. It hurt, but it felt good, if you know what I mean. I told him it hurt and to stop, and he said “You pay for the pizza after practice?” I said, “Hell no!”He squeezed harder yet. “Owww!, you’re hurting me” Truth be told it felt good, even though it hurt like hell. He ratcheted up his hold on my balls.”Oh God!!...Please!” I leaned forward,. I had some other friends, too, but all of them were on the internet, naturally.Romantically, my life was in worse shape. The position I was in was so bad it was worse than not having romance at all, to be honest with you. Sure, a dumb, stupid slut that makes love without many words can be awesome, in person. I mean there's the sex. And sex is awesome.But dude, none of that works over the internet. I mean, it just doesn't. No hand jobs. No blow jobs. No sex. I mean, you can jack off to pictures,. The situations I experienced while following my ex-husband Ryan’s lead should have been sufficient. The eventual outcome was traumatic and confusing. The resort proved to me that I was not only strong enough as a woman to be my own person without a man but I could determine my own experiences and exert my own control. The initial experience with the single man, Adam, had been the clincher. I felt like I had stepped through a door of opportunity, a door with many new options available to me. I.