Back to the part of this story where playing rugby got me bullied. I was the captain and starting flyhalf of the local club rugby team, the Small Blac...s, a name we chose in tribute to the legendary New Zealand senior team (known as the All Blacks due to their completely black uniforms), the best rugby outfit in the world. We weren’t as good as they were, but we were still a force to be reckoned with. As the flyhalf, I was the man positioned in the middle of the pitch and handled the ball and. It seemed that it was more about who was on top than the rules for those on the bottom; the rules were okay, as long as they applied to someone else ... No wonder the Darjee wanted to limit their exposure to 'human nature' -- sometimes I did, too...I had new quarters -- identical to my old quarters, at base, but with several additions to accommodate Javier and our women. I include Marisol in that group, because she kept making it clear that she did -- or she would as soon as anyone allowed it.. "What does master command of me?” you ask, as you drop to your knees My command? I walk to you and raise to stand before me, place a sensual kiss on your lips. With my lips still against yours I whisper, “Take off your clothes, slow and sexy.” Your gaze unwavering, first you remove your blouse, then your pants. As I walk over to you, you remove your bra and bend over slowly to remove your panties. You stay bent over for a moment giving me an up-close view of your beautiful ass and the already. As he squeezed into my very small and very crowded back seat I looked back at Thom, who was still diligently keeping himself erect for me. Dont worry, I said seductively, I still fully intend to repay you for last week. You deserve it, it was amazing. Turning crimson and giving a sideways look at his friend he said, Okay, with just a hint of a smile. I looked at his friend, or roommate, I wasnt really sure which and said, You better start working on that thing. Ive got to be to class by seven.