John poured a lot of nice warm oil on my legs and began to massage the back of my legs. John worked the oil up and down my legs stopping just short of...my pussy. I was a little concerned about how close he was massaging my legs to my pussy.You've got nice toned legs he told me and a nice full ass. Do you work out?I do, mostly running, some light weights and either yoga or palates.Good for you! I'll bet your husband enjoys how well toned you keep your body for him.Umm he does. I said thinking I. Dan had not been here for over a year but nothing had changed. The young mums with their alco pops were wailing on a little karaoke machine in the corner looking for someone, anyone, to buy them their next drink. The old boys, with their pint of bitter playing dominoes were in the usual spot near the window, concentrating as if it was the most serious challenge of their lives. There would have been more exciting atmosphere at a wake.Heading straight for the fruit machines he knew if Ray had. , the one I was telling you about," Really, she is much prettier than you said, I'm Davey by the way." He smiled as he spoke to me, he was a large guy, looked fit for his age with a few grey hairs in his tight curled hair, " Stevie told me so much about you," he reached out to touch my long blonde hair, I flinched, "There now my beauty don't be scared," I looked across at Steve who was satvin an old, battered leather armchair, "Now Davey first things first, fifty you said OK?" The man reached. "One of the things that I like to do with my abuse groups-like the one you run, Soph-is to have a guy talk to them. A guy who has had to, shall we say, pick up the pieces that an abuser has left. Someone who's helped an abused girl get better. Brother, boyfriend, good friend, anyone who has been close to a girl who has been abused." I have had a couple guys that have helped me the past couple of years, but they are both away at college, neither is close by, and they won't be able to help us.