We chatted for a while, I told her about my work and about Amsterdam. She told me she as a student at the medical university and she was specializing ...in physical therapy. To pay for her studies she had started her own massage business. Of course I wondered whether it was just massage or massage with all the extras leading to a happy end. I was too embarrassed to ask her. She offered to give me a “sample” and standing in back of me she softly but firmly started to massage my shoulders and my. And I got a big surprise, pushing out from underneathwere two large, round mounds."Holy shit... Please don't be..." I said under my breath as I dropped myhand from my head down to the mounds, and brought my other hand up. Islowly and cautiously placed my hands upon the globes attached to mychest and felt them. I then gently clamped down my fingers on to themand gave them a slight squeeze feeling that they were soft, yet veryfirm and very fleshy."Oh shit..." I said but this time I said it louder. I am still cold and shivering from being out in the storm, but my heart is pounding hard. My back is sore from the flogging you gave me, my anus sore from the strap on fucking, and my cock is sore and limp after the rough masturbation you made me repeat over and over. “Stand up slut,” you hiss as you reach down and pull the blanket from me, leaving me naked but for the tight leather collar you have me wear at all times. “Keep your arms behind your back and your legs wide apart.” Chloe is. Jennifer spent the next few hours poring through the website she had just discovered. Women’s Submission Wrestling, or WSW, was a federation dedicated to women’s sexual wrestling. It was a far cry from the ‘submissive role society placed on women’ that she had planned to write on for her Women’s Studies course. She wondered if she could write a report on this instead. She reasoned that subject matter was far more titillating and could start a debate on whether this was progressive or.