‘TMJ problems?’ ‘No,’ I murmur. ‘Why?’ ‘You’re tight here.’ I just grunt something monosyllabic and non-committal because she’s mo...ing back toward my eyes and my forehead. It doesn’t faze me now, though. A barrier has been overcome. Oh, it’s not as if I would’ve stopped her earlier, but the objective here is to lessen tension—not heighten it. She understands this very well. Very well indeed. Her fingers lightly cover every millimeter of my face. No deep pressure, just feather strokes and. I started learning more about him. Thankfully, he was single. I know that may not be important to many people on business trips, but it was important to me, even if I didn’t address it last night. I think I was a little overwhelmed and more than a bit turned-on by him being so forward. He mainly came to the club for dancing, but once in a while met someone. Being gay might not be frowned upon like it once was, but in some towns, particularly this far in the South, it was still something that. Uh, skinny. 5' 10", with a bustline that could barely fill a B-cup. Adding to that the fact that I was about as unfashionable as a girl could get, and I got really good grades, I was also good at one thing, volleyball. Except I was still skinny and uncool, while my teammates had their pick of guys. Three and half years of high school had gotten me three dates while a sophomore with a guy who was part of the chess team, two dates with a guy in my junior year who only wanted to get closer to my. Nils worked my shoulders and I completely relaxed. He worked my lower back and then my buttHe worked my but for at least five minutes. It felt great. I got a little nervous as he held my cheeks apart. “Hey Nils, I;m not”“Shhhhhhhhhhhh”He worked his fingers around my anus. I have to admit, that felt good. He worked them in circles. Every once in a while he would slide a finger inside a little. I clinched at first.Slowly Nils worked his finger inside. He was even better at it than Katrina. My.