You imagine them taking the loofa and soaking it, squeezing it gently as they drag it slowly down over your back, down the line of your spine stopping...just as it grazes the top of your buttocks. You wish so much that they where there with you. You lift up your arm and realize you have those tiny little fuzzy hairs on your armpit. You reach for your razor and slowly shave them off in gentle strokes, because you like the thought of being soft for them. Even if it’s only a dream, you put your. Some say he is cursed, others he’s improcreant (sexually impotent). No matter the reason, he is despicable, the few that have lasted come back w/horrible reports. It’s known that he has a neurotic curiosity for algolagnia(taking sexual pleasure in inflicting or enduring pain).I’m Lord Georgios, whom are you?FloraWhom do you serve?I serve no one, but myselfThat is going to change FloraI’m scaredMost who see this room show fear, but that is for them to stimulate me. Do as I demand and you. I was a sight by now. My pants were off and behind my back, legs strewn over the legs of two strangers, one on each side, and my cock being stroked by a third sitting in front of us. All the while, I had a cock in each hand and was moaning like a whore. I love the feeling of a cock in each hand. After five minutes of ‘churning the butter’, the man in the row directly in front of me offered his cock. I leaned forward to take his meat between my lips. I felt a hand slip behind me, and start. I made up my mind then that I wanted a serve like that on my agenda, regardless of the cost.Toss, toss, toss. Swing, swing, swing. "Remember," his words were hot in my ear, "you have to make contact with the face of your racquet parallel to the net. Whipping back to swoop around the ball."He was completely erect now, and he wanted me to know it.And why not? Though Coach was at least a dozen years older than any of us, he was still an exceptionally good-looking man. Sexy. With what felt to be a.