The twin cheeks were round and beefy, and covered with a fine layer of hair, while the crack was a dark chasm of thick hair."Boy, drag your tongue aga...nst my butt. Yep, clean my cheeks real well boy."Mark didn't respond, until Bill whacked his ass hard and pushed the nightstick in deeper. Mark's tongue shot from his mouth as Tom pushed the twin cheeks against the boy's face. Mark had never seen hairy cheeks, but was fascinated, and started dragging his pink meat across the firm muscles –. Names that everybody, from the youngest girl, just learning to figure out what she likes and dislikes on the radio, to the oldest man, who can barely work the darn thing, would know, even if just by cultural osmosis. Rihanna. Taylor Swift. Ariana Grande. They were celebrities so damn successful that it's hard to think of them as even being humans on the same plain as most...it's even harder to think of them as being lesser.Yet despite that belief, all women simply have to be given their star. He seems to know me better than I know myself. Still I hesitate, feeling ridiculous. I just… I huff in frustration, I dont like you… touching me there. And why would that be love? he asks, sliding his fucking hand over my belly again. I grind my teeth together, my anger rising. Why must he insist on pissing me off? Yanking at his arm proves useless, so I slip off the bed and away from his touch. I just dont alright! I raise my voice. Dont you have anything better to do? His eyes dance with. " Mary, you can keep your bra and underwear on if you like. There's a robe you can wear if you still feel uncomfortable. And we use towels to cover your private parts so you won't be embarrassed. Please let me give you a massage you'll never forget." But I feel embarrassed already." I'm here for one reason only and that's to make you feel good. Please give me a chance."I don't know if it was his sexy voice or maybe all the drinks I had, but I decided to go for it. People get massages every day..