“Where are you taking me?” It's the hour before dawn. Rubber tires whine on wet asphalt. “Where you said you wanted to go. Roll.” Heavy sigh! Technowhite light from an overhead LED gives her bare flesh an opalescent glow.  “I’m tired of rolling! My fingers are cramped into old-lady knots!” “You can stop rolling when you get it right. Ten perfect joints.” I reach out my right hand and fondle her boob, rolling the hardened...

Sherri was a special-education elementary school teacher. Trim, 5' 9" and 110 lbs, small tits with big nips, and dark brunette hair. We met in a therapy group originally, and she sought me out later outside of the group.  She was married; I was newly divorced. At our first private meeting, I asked her what she wanted from me. She looked into my eyes and said, "Well, you can play with my tits to start, if you want, but wha...