He grabbed a fresh black T-shirt from his gym bag and squeezed into it. The shirt looked like paint across his powerful shoulders and chest. As he fin...shed preparing to leave, I sank quietly to the bench, sitting in stunned silence. He zipped up his gym bag and left the locker room without a word or even a glance. His confidence was overwhelming.I knew I basically didn't have a choice. Not only could he 'out' me at the gym, he could wreak havoc with my life with all the personal and financial. The table was tilted so her head was about a foot higher than her hips. The table edge ended just below her waist and her feet were tied, spred wide, to the floor. A leather belt was attached to the table and buckled tight around her waist so she had very little movement. Atia looked between her breasts and saw the head of a large dog. His long rough tongue spared her labia as he licked eagerly at her female parts. She screamed and begged to be set free but the six men, three on either side. "P-pleease mister ... I need it." What Tara? Say it." Yeah know... with your thing." No, Tara. Say it like this: Please master, fuck myvirgin world class skater's pussy." I ... well ... oh ... Pleeease master, fuck my virginworld class skater pussy." Sure thing baby. But first, say you love me, with allyour heart." NO ... I won't ... please ... with your thingy ... ohokay ... I LOVE YOU MASTER WITH ALL MY HEART ... NOWPLEASE FUCK ME!" Your wish is my command, baby."She is embarrassed by her. I went out drinking with my bad influence, Karen, and we got to talking about the best sex we've had, and if I could fuck anyone from my past again, who would it be? Although I've had some great sex with both guys and gals, my mind immediately thought of Simon, a Nigerian student in some of my design classes. Karen remembered him well too, and was there on a few of the nights where we'd stagger drunk back to our dorms and all hell would break loose. Karen, also very tall but quite tan, brought.