Aber ich will sie nichtverurteilen. Ich habe selber hart genug f?r mein jetziges Lebengek?mpft.Ich schob die Gedanken beiseite und ging selbstbewusst ...nd zielsicherauf einen Tisch zu von dem aus ich den Raum gut ?berblicken konnte. Ichmerkte wie die fragenden Blick an mir klebten. "Wer ist die denn?" Unddie "anderen" Blicke, die der M?nner. Ich konnte ihre Gedanken ahnen.Sehr bildhafte Gedanken. Ihre schwitzenden K?rper auf mir, in mir. Dochdaraus wird nichts. Dieses Versprechen l?se ich heute. I did as asked and he sat next to me and started rubbing my thigh again. He moved down my leg and all the way to my bare foot which he rubbed for several minutes. He moved his hands back up to my thigh and then told me to turn over on my stomach. He continued to massage my thigh and I felt his warm hands moving way up to almost my butt. For some weird reason, I was hoping he would touch my ass and I was actually getting a small hard on too. He continued his massage and told me that if I wanted. My waiter was only a young chap but when he saw what was going on he did his best to protect me, first by moving me to another table and then hovering nearby as often as the demands of the few remaining diners allowed him to. He was a good-looking young man, in his late teens I guessed, tall, blonde, with brilliantly blue eyes – the sort of young man featured in TV commercials and magazine advertisements. Even though I had been moved further away from him, the man, who was getting quite drunk. Was Sam's cum somehow toxic? That wasn't very likely. Still something was different.When I left my bed the next morning I was in pain. I manage to make it to the Tylenol before I collapsed in pain. I took the drugs before I warmed up what was left of the day old coffee. After half an hour of sitting at the table the pain eased bit. I managed to make it into the bathroom. I found there was crusty brown blood. It looked as if I was having my period, but it wasn't due for at least two more weeks..