"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me Tusk!" RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHH!" Tusk ro...red, striking a solid steel plate, making a dent in the sheet, and cracking a tear into the material. This was the only reply I got. I sighed, sliding my sword back into my scabbard."Well, let's go see how Al and Jim are doing." I said to myself. I wondered over to the other side of the arena, hearing the clanging of steel on shield, of. By the end of my first year of college I still needed over a hundred hours of massage classes before I cold get my license. My instructor told me I was doing great and would make a great massage therapist. I could probably take my state licensing exam by Christmas of my sophomore year.I had hoped to get it in one year but my physical therapy classes took most of my time. My PT instructor said he believed I did the right thing in doing the weight lifting and exercise because I would need the. In response, he would stretch and roll closer to her, savoring the scent of her warm skin. The following pressing together would increase in strength as it went on. With time, more movements become part of this interplay. Her breasts, small and swollen, touch his body. She rolls onto her back, allowing him to take them in his hands. She wants him to squeeze and rub her B-cup breasts. Pushing her chest upwards, she intensifies the pressure he is applying to her tits. He stimulates them using. I stood to protest and to leave....She Just pushed me back on the bed and said "shut the fuck up and do as your told" and I just sat down on the bed resigned to my fate. At that point she grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the floor telling me I didn't deserve to be on the bed.At this point Ben walked in the room, laughing at me. He walked over to me and told me to strip down. When I was done he put a collar around my neck also and I was told I had to wear it everytime I was with him. I was.