- Jun 12, 2014
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When I first saw this it actually brought back a pretty unpleasant memory. I went out with a girl from the college of Accounting when I was close to finishing my degree. We studied together and eventually started dating. She was Vietnamese. I mean literally got thrown onto a boat fleeing South Vietnam when Saigon fell. Her father had been a Colonel in the South Vietnamese military and would surely have been killed if they hadn't fled. She was sheltered here in the U.S. and inexperienced at dating. It took what seemed an eternity, but eventually we got to the stage of our relationship where she was actually removing my aching member from my pants. What ensued was a handjob I would not wish on my worst enemy. She literally squeezed and pulled at it with all her strength. I kept trying to get her to back off of it, but I also didn't want to see the physical part of our relationship regress. It was horrible and uncomfortable and painful, and wholly unpleasurable. Eventually, we broke up when she came across me in a parked car in the library lot late at night with another girl. I was almost relieved, that's how bad it was.Here’s Pasty…