Back in the locker room I was again caught short. I'd come with a bathing suit and nothing else. Tim shared his locker with me — we'd earlier stuffe... all our clothes in there. At The Club, the men's change room upstairs had attendants with towels. The boys' change room in the basement had no such amenities — certainly no gratis towels for the heathens. Trying to emulate the behaviour I'd seen in the men's locker room in those days past with my father, I stripped off my speedo and tried to act. My balls tingled as they rested on the cushion. I reached for both her feet. I held them, and then pressed my face against them. She used her feet and massaged my face and head. It felt fantastic. It felt great as her toes massaged my scalp, rubbing her feet through my hair, over my face, and lips. After enjoying this for a few minutes, She moved her feet towards the side of my face. She pinched my earlobes between her toes, and gently tugged. Loved it.I let one foot drop to the couch, to press. As we chatted I made sure as much of my body was touching Holly's as possible, removing my shoe and rubbing my foot behind and over hers, and placing my hand on her leg.Pam is devastating when she flirts, and Chris was reddened and sweating as she worked her charms on him. Holly forgot about Chris when I slid my hand up her thigh and ran my fingers over her satin-covered pussy. I whispered in her ear gently."You are so beautiful, Holly... you are so sexually appealing... so desirable."She. Except for one tall boy, all the rest of them appeared to each be shorter and weigh less than she did. She didn’t think that any of the boys could be more than sixteen years of age and most of them appeared to be even younger. There was absolutely no question in her mind that this group of boys was the gang of rapists she was out to apprehend. Even though there were eight of them, she was sure, from the looks of the skinny, sorry looking group of losers, that she could handle them until the.