Sitting up, he asked “a little more than the ballgame I promised. You ok?" Panting, I just nodded, still worried about what he was wanting me to do ...or him. He got up and padded of the bathroom and I sighed a breath of relieve figuring it was over. When he returned he asked again if I was ok and wondered if he could give me a massage. Feeling pretty good, I said ok.Laying on the pillow, watching the game, I was getting drowsy, between the sex, beer and a great massage. Just as I was drifting. I met her on the bus in the morning as she was making for work, we got talking and much to my surprise, I found myself instantly attracted to her. but I soon realised when getting to know Tammy that she was the kind of woman I was looking for. There on in, every morning on the bus my whole aim was just to converse with her, in as much as I felt sorry for her in a way, but I needn’t of because I was amazed that she was reading philosophy at Exeter University and had one hell of an IQ. Well above. My arms dropped behind me, leaden. I couldn't lift them no matter how hard I tried. I desperately wanted to fight back but deprived of oxygen my muscles just would not co-operate. Now with his free hand he lifted my skirt once more. I could feel his fingers roughly groping me through my knickers. Fat calloused fingers pulling them to one side and pawing me. I was going to die. Here in a hotel bathroom, with this disgusting, lecherous, i****tuous, paedo pervert mauling me.I did the only thing I. I just know that he isn’t `the one’, y’know? What about you and Randy, do you talk about tying the knot?’ Rachel questioned. ‘Oh lord, no!’ Valentina protested immediately, drawing a large laugh from her friend. ‘Randy is a nice guy – for someone. That someone isn’t me.’ She explained to Rachel about her boyfriend’s lack of imagination in the bedroom. ‘I’d go insane dating a man like that,’ Rachel sighed as she found herself another drink. ‘I like sex wayyy too much to settle for uninspired.