That was when I discovered I couldn't move. Unable to rise and greet her respectfully I was thoroughly abashed ... embarrassed even. My Grandmother wo...ld be turning over in her grave. It was beyond enough that I had been forced to call Mr. Schuberg by his given name ... that I couldn't show respect to a lady practically induced me to tears."Can't move?" queried Joseph."No. And it hurts to try. My muscles down there don't work and don't WANT to work." Show me," demanded Mrs. Schuberg, as she. I felt her hands find my arms and follow them up to my shirt collar. Then she loosened my tie the rest of the way and pulled it out from my collar and tossed it aside. Karyn then started unbuttoning my shirt, she pulled the shirt tails out of my pants, and then reached for my wrists. After undoing my cuff links, she glided her hands to my shoulders and eased my shirt down my arms. Her fingers twined and pulled the hairs on my chest as she ran her hands down from my shoulders across my belly. .. I figured, who cares? So Will called him over that night, but instead of coming alone he brought two of his friends, too. And I was like..." WAIT!" Amy interrupted. "Please don't tell me that you fucked yourself with a dildo in front of a bunch of guys!"Elissa gave one of her patented grins."No fucking way," Amy said, feeling depressed. So Elissa did know the dark side of sex. She'd been forced to masturbate in front of strangers. Sex could betray even someone like her who was so open and. And his family and it was the first weekend after I had somewhat settled in, not having to unpack boxes or drive around buying new furtniture. So I felt like having some fun.Having been stuck in one or two traffic jams, we arrived just before kick-off and headed directly for the stadium. I'd rather not bore you with any details of the match itself, briefly, it ended in a narrow defeat against the side from the higher division. Anyway, as I said, it's not the match I am going to tell you about,.