" Want to do me a big favor?" Anything," she said slightly breathlessly.I decided that I needed to be careful in my attentions or I could have a geniu... in my little harem. And I got in enough trouble with just smart girls."There's a kid over there whose been spreading rumors. Peter King's been saying that he fu... that he had sex with Tami Sharp." You can say fuck. I'm not a little kid." She looked so adorable saying that with her little fists on her hips."Sorry." It's not true?" Of course not.. I screwed up all my courage and went up to her. “You're having some trouble today?” My voice quivered a little at the start, but finished confident. In charge at last. She nodded at me, ruefully. “I must have slept awkwardly. My shoulder's killing me. I can hardly move my right arm.” She demonstrated, wincing as she tried. I cleared my throat. “Would – would you like me to do a little work on that for you? I'm – I'm a trained masseur.” She looked flustered, doubtful, then grateful. “Do you. Amidst the serene quiet, a weak smile celebrated his conquest, and he slept.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-“Another one?” the soft lilt of her Eastern European accent sounded so welcoming.Harry shook his head, “No thank you, I’m going to finish this and head back.”There was only so much orange juice and soda he could stomach.She smiled as he looked into her eyes. About twenty years old, blonde haired with a pretty face, her lean figure suited leggings and the tight t-shirt. Her spanking fetish amused him. ”Soon she was rubbing my crotch. She said, “Please, feel me up.” I tried for her breasts first, but her blouse didn’t have buttons in the front. “Here, look at this.” She yanked her black skirt up. I saw a black garter and straps holding up her dark stockings and her lacy black panties on top of those.“Do you like my underwear?”I would be more cautious about praising a younger woman, but I figured I had nothing to lose by complimenting this one. “Yeah Cathy, it looks great.”She took my right.