But I had other plans. I had been playing regularly, especially with the two guys ahead of me on the squash ladder. They kicked my ass, but I learned ... few useful tricks and honed my game. I was ready for Massimo. I’ll give him his due: Massimo played hard, fuelled by testosterone and machismo. He also bent the rules every chance he got. He ran me over twice, and crashed into me multiple times, yelling ‘Let!’ just before impact. He hammered his shots extra hard, trying to impress the girls in. Brief glints of light reflected from the sweat beads rolling down Mike’s bare chest. Graydon sat erect, his head thrown back, his eyes closed. He inhaled the hot, moist air through flared nostrils. He forced his chest to swell in shuddering expansions, over-filling his lungs. Time is beads of steam and sweat running down his body, many into his open palms held upward on crossed legs. They cleanse and drain away, soaking into a mat of cedar boughs.Mike ladled a shower of herb-laden water onto. . Enough saliva could get me sex. With anyone, any way I wanted it. I could make the most reluctant straight man bend over for me, if I could find a way to get some of my saliva, or blood, or semen into him. And I admit I have a preference for men; not enough to prevent me from taking advantage of a delicious situation with a woman, but a definite preference. I got good at slipping a drop of blood into someone's wine, and once I had the kitchen staff under my thrall, I had access to everyone.A. “it’ll fit in with tonight’s game. We’ve brought some other things for later. Anyway pop it on.”That sounded ominous. Still, she’d known what was coming so she may as well get on with it. She’d told herself a million times it didn’t actually hurt.The men undressed as they watched her changing: stripping off her trainers and socks, then her jeans, her pullover and tee, and finally her bra and panties. For a moment her fabulous, athletic girl’s body was nude, then she was pulling up her leotard.