I had stopped growing at about 10 inches, but the base of my cock was nearly as big as a soda can and the head was only slightly smaller than a queue ...all just before I would get off. Melissa ran her hands over it and murmured, “I must be living right to get a bull like this!!!” She then got something that looked like a modified broom handle and fastened my ankles about four feet apart. Like this, I could barely get any weight off of my arms and I was about to call the safe word when she. " It does. That makes me seventeen since early August" What about your brother?" There never was a brother; just the two of us."I said, "Okay. Sit back. I'm going to work on your leg."Bennie said, "That's her story. Who's next?"The older woman spoke up. "I'll go next, if that's all right." No one said anything. She continued, "My name is Nancy Monroe. I was married before the Day and we, my husband and I, were going to start a family. I was twenty-two just before the Day. Mike didn't make it.. After a minute or two I could feel her breath on my neck as she kneaded my muscles."Does this feel good?" "My nipples are hard." I replied jokingly.She chuckled and I felt her hands trace their way down my back and massage my lats. Her hands snaked around my torso and I felt her strong digits on my hard nipples (they'reALWAYS hard). As she massaged my nipples (which I LOVE) I was able to think of something to say. "You didn't do anything like THIS yesterday." There's a LOT of things I didn't do. She told us how she had saved her money diligently to escape his grasp, and that she wanted to un-rattle her brains from her foolish husband’s cruelty before she decided what to do with the rest of her life. She said the physical bruises, not mental abuses, had nearly healed and that she had come to the revelation that she had endured all the toxic abuse she could stomach in one lifetime. As we walked her to the door, she told us both how happy we had made her with our generosity and sharing.