I wanted to show my power, but also not pander to male views.“Harold, I feel very welcome.” James Bong whispered to my mind, we help.“After hard...practice or competition, I like to soak in a hot tub, then get a massage, and often give massages to my teammates. I’m open to doing that with you.“Hell, I wouldn’t mind being in the room when you play with the ladies.”“That’s certainly possible. Again, everybody would be happy to play with you. If you’re looking for physical strength, Shelley and. The mall smelled of caramel corn, pretzels, and as I passed the food court I could now detect the scent of perfume. This meant the door to the department store was near and the panty racks were just a dozen steps past the perfume and make-up display. I walked right between the two make-up stations and two young women were setting on stools while a store employee showed them make-up and demonstrated how to apply it. They ignored me as I did them. Well not completely, one woman, probably 25 years. She closed her eyes, completely unaware of the effect that her fantasy was having on Tina, who couldn't help but be pulled into it, thus giving it more power than a casual fantasy. Cindy shifted in her seat, a slight smile on her lips as she felt the sting of a whip crashing into her slight body. She knew that she was wetting the crotch of her borrowed sweats, but her fantasy was so intense, it didn't really matter to her. In fact, the idea that someone might find out how aroused she was, and. If they had stayed inside, you might have made sales for some snacks or microwave pizza.”She hadn’t said anything, but the next time he was in the store there were tables and chairs and some people were using them and eating snacks. She smiled at him. She was a nice woman, but someone who had lived in a small town (really small town) all her life and struggled to make ends meet the entire time. She was in her early 50’s, on the heavy side, gigantic breast and an ass to match, greying hair that.