“Here of course, silly, it’s mostly all men that frequent the saunas, you’re probably the first female that’s not employed here to venture int...o this place.”“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all,” I said.“Don’t be silly,” said Tom, “you’re with me, nothing bad is going to happen to you.”“Go and get me a towel,” I said to Tom.Tom returned with two large bath towels and we undressed, putting our clothes and valuables in the lockers. Tom had to use a third locker for all my. How can something so toned and firm also be so soft and supple. My eyes travel to her long legs covered by the thin yoga pants. Everything about her is beautiful, everything about her is elegant...feminine.Everything except.My eyes finally stop at her crotch. I can see it...her bulge. It's stretching the fabric of her yoga pants. Even flaccid it's considerably larger than my own meager manhood when fully erect. I can't believe that thing actually somehow fits inside of me when we have. So far, no matter how mistreated she had been, she had always managed to make it in the door, throw her stuff on her dining room table, and throw herself face down on the couch before the tears would begin flowing.Today would be the first time it didn't.------You see, gentle reader, Mallory is very talented, educated, and compassionate, but she has a greater problem: people walk all over her. In particular, men seem to identify her vulnerability almost immediately, which results in a great deal. "I'm old enough to your granny and if you think I'm going to take my clothes off in front of you, you're out of your mind."The tall lad laughed again. "We're not asking you luv, we're telling you, you can either strip off or we'll do it for you."Now Hazel knew she was in real trouble. The charity shop was in a back street and with the weather the way it was there was little chance of anyone else coming in but she tried that as an excuse."What if somebody comes in?" she said, "or someone sees us.