Turning the corner I see her standing at the kitchen table facing away from me. She appears to be putting her books away. I move towards her slowly an... quietly. As I get close to her I smell her White Shoulders perfume. Slowly I surround her waist with my arms and snuggle against her back. My lips move to the back of her neck, gently kissing the spots that her ponytail has exposed. My kisses trail toward her ear and when they arrive there settle on her ear lobe. My tongue splits my lips open. As they sat at the table, she could tell that he was uncomfortable, as he wouldn't look directly at her when he spoke and was stammering when he did. She knew he was extremely nervous. She then told me, that by him being so nervous, she felt like it gave hercontrol of the situation and the confidence to do what she was about to do. She said she felt more at ease and it also took away any nervousness she had.She said she offered him a second cup of coffee, which he accepted. After giving him his. She then confirmed by asking me if she could massage them how she would like? I said yea, of course. She then got some oil and lubed them up, took her left hand and snitched up my balls pulling them upward trapped on-top of her hand, thumb and forefinger. She then took the palm of her other hand and started pressing on my balls, smashing them since there was nowhere for them to go being trapped. She then began a circular motion with the palm of her hand while pressing on my balls with. I couldn’t resist, for risk of my arm being torn off, and I grimaced at the sting of the dirt and underbrush snagging at my skin and clothes. I was leaving a trail of blood, but apparently no one followed it. Somehow I had managed to get away from the tiger after another short wrestling bout. I still stood no chance but it seemed that the tiger was not so interested in eating me as getting revenge. I was bloodied and eventually the brute lost interest and ran off. I took a few days to relax and.