She was leading me to her room. Her room was large and tidy and things were neatly put away. It looked like it has always been her room from c***dhood... It had recently been decorated. There was a picture of a tattooed girl topless in a bikini on the wall. She turned and locked the door. She laid on the bed and asked me to start. I sat by her and massaged her. Started with her temples. Then moved to her neck and shoulders. When I started massaging her back I could see her left breast squashed. He looks like a professor. Our eyes make contact and my heart almost stops. I visibly am shaking in anticipation. Biting my lower lip I look down and break eye contact. My god, I would let this man do anything to me. I may not believe in love at first sight, but this was certainly lust at first sight. He continues to stare at me. I look up again and smile at him. I slowly turn around and head into the back. Several men stare at me as I walk by them. Walking slowly, I let them have a. It was pointed out with vigor to any party who didn't do it perfectly, though. What Coach wanted was each girl to stay right where she was, not even lifting a foot, hold her hands together and hit the ball when it came to her. Coach made it clear that she was interested in accuracy above all else. The ideal shot would arrive somewhere between the stomach and the groin so that the girl could swing her hands straight up and hit it back. If a ball went to the right place but was too hard to. I envied James, his marriage to such an articulate and attractive woman. But even as I chatted with Natasha, I kept one eye on every move Angie made as she circulated among the other guests. Natasha saw my distraction and followed my eyes over to where James was introducing Angie to a distinguished-looking middle-aged man and his wife. The man — in his early fifties, I guessed — took Angie's hand and kissed it in an ostentatiously old-fashioned, gentlemanly sort of way. His wife looked to be in.