“Doctor, the man can hardly talk. He’s a basket case. This is his wife, his entire life depends on her making it. Can you at least give me some ho...e here,” said Rodney.“She’s going to live, Mister Pollard. I can tell you that much, but...”“Her burns, can they be fixed? You know any plastic surgery? What?” said Rodney. “ Hmm, yes, mostly, I suppose. But, the cost to do the job...” he said.“Cost will not be an object,” said Rodney. “I, we, want only the absolutely best care, doctors, medicines. . I guessed he would have a huge black cock also…I changed my clothes quickly to tight spandex yoga pants and a loose tank top that barely covered my firm tits. I put my hair in a ponytail and headed for the main salon to warm up. After a quick running, I started to sweat and feel some stress washing out of my body. As I worked out in some machines, I could catch some glimpses form Big Tyrone also working around there.Watching him move about the gym confirmed my guessing; he was really very. While I prepare for your massage, please take off your clothes and lie on your back on the massage table, use one of the towels on the shelf to cover yourself and I will return when you are ready.”I undressed, wearing only underwear on. I was nervous about being completely naked while another man had his hands on me. Then I got a towel from the shelf and got up on the massage table. I lie on my back and put the towel over my underwear.Peter then returned, put oil on his hands and rubbed them. " Not even me?" I'm sure I would have realized eventually that I had to. It was inevitable. As for what it all means, I'm not really sure. Jack and I have been referring to it as a gift, and that's how I've been treating it. I had a subconscious fear of losing or breaking my glasses and it held me back from all sorts of physical activities. Now that's gone. I ruined my teeth and I've been fighting to control the damage, a losing battle, ever since. You can be sure I'm going to take even better.