Without a word he nodded graciously, uncapped the lotion, and rubbed it between his noticeably large hands. I sat forward to allow him to massage it i.... His hands felt cool with the lotion all over them. He massaged quite gently and with a sensual, masterful motion. I giggled at the thought that crossed my mind of ‘tough work being the bar man here!’ But his large hands felt like he had done this before for many women that come through this place. Moving his hands gently across the span of my. I didn’t feel they were bad enough to go to the emergency room. I did want to get up to my room and rest. Just a few minutes is all I need, I told myself.Tonya should have been up and dressed. She was sitting up in bed looking like she was the one who had taken the beating. She did come alive when she saw me.“My god what happened to you?” she asked.“I got mugged right in front of the motel. Would you get me a couple of wet rags?” I asked as I fell into a chair. From that moment on it became the. .......∞ Make sure I am good enough for your team∞ Or maybe just the opposition∞ I will give you a good fucking and then tell the team about your 3 hot holes∞ The referee will need to have a go too∞ Only if I am good enough I would want to help you win∞ You will be a good morale booster when 32 dirty men get you in the changing rooms∞ What you going to wear?∞ Nothing∞ Better access∞ All our grubby hands touching you up∞ Pulling pinching∞ Pulling your hair and pinching your nipples and slapping. Times four years makes 128 guys. The three official teams took out thirty of them. That left ninety-eight boys in the school. We had eight intramural teams.In college, it was more selective, but I liked to play and needed to get exercise. I managed to play until I was a junior and started managing the scene shop. The schedule was so heavy that I couldn’t participate on the court any longer. It was too bad, really, because when I was a sophomore, they made our intramural teams mixed men and.