I am a football player myself, though I didn’t make it to the NCAA Football universe because of a slight injury sustained my senior year at B.C. Hig.... Patricia shared my love of football and many of my progressive views. She once told me that she wished more Muslim men were as liberal as I am. I found myself enthralled by this tall, strong and beautiful yet surprisingly vulnerable young woman. I understood many of her fears. She told me how really disappointed she felt when her sister, a gal. "This is the first time I’ve had my feet worshiped" I say. He replies "Then I’ll have to give you something special." Before either of us can say anything, he engulfs my toes with his mouth. My knee goes weak and I have to hold onto the partition to stay up. I feel his tongue slithering in between my toes while his strong fingers rub my soles. He sucks each toe like he’s sucking five little dicks. I tilt my foot so he can admire the rest of my foot. He gets the hint and licks and kisses up to. His own personal fortress of solitude, complete with shag carpet. Only the glow of two computer monitors and a bank of telephones kept him company. The small army under his command, the one that normally swarmed the bunkhouse, was off on their assigned duties and this allowed him the rare opportunity to escape the charade that was his current life. The melodic strains of Handel's Rinaldo swelled through the room, stirring his soul. He could speak six languages without a hint of an accent. The. Helen disappeared behind the curtain, and placed a reassuring hand on Ashley's arm. "It'll all be over before you know it," the nurse offered the teen, as she guided her feet into two stirrups, and then angled them out, spreading her knees wide. Ashley closed her eyes. The towel hid her nakedness from her own eyes, yet she knew that Helen was now getting a full view of her privates, something no one had seen for a good many years. Ashley didn't like to let anyone see her naked, and was.