You boast all day about how many girls you seem to get that are my age so I thought Id just move on it. Keeping his arms above his head I shoved my ri...ht hand down his pants and latched on to his warm fleshy sword. He twitched a bit when I grabbed him but grew stiff as the seconds moved on. Your hard just from this. he tried to struggle against me but I quickly moved my hand up and down, causing him to stop and his hip to slowly copy my hand movement. Feeling good isnt it? Youre still a perve.. We walked into a small brilliantly lit room, and as ordered I removed my pants, lay down on her examination table, and as asked put my feet into the stirrups. I'd heard women comment on how open and vulnerable they felt during gynecological examinations with their feet bound to those metal extensions high off the table, their private parts utterly exposed, and now I understood. Then with swift efficiency the doctor strapped down my hands and started an IV."First something to help you relax. It was work it was killing me. I put in way too many hours at the office then left feeling I something was undone. I left work every night with a tug of war going on in mind an incessant struggle between the need to stay and work or go home and feel guilty. Of course staying won’t have saved me from the guilt either. Not even when I left work did I go straight home to my family, I stopped at my gym first. In many ways it was my sanity pill. I exercised and toned my body with the same passion I. When I went to see the trainers on Monday morning, Paige about had a fit."You are an idiot!" she yelled at me."Actually, the term you are looking for is 'stupid boy.' Ask anyone, and they will tell you that's what I am." You 'STUPID BOY!' Why didn't you tell us you were so banged up? Didn't you promise that if you got hurt you would come to us after a game?" Yes, but I did this over the weekend, not in Friday night's game." Strip, and I'll get the ice bath ready," Paige ordered me.I did as I.