The company had hired a car for the day as she needed to get to Birmingham from our London home. Jaq had asked me to go with her as some moral support... to which I gladly agreed.We set off from our London home at six in the morning to hopefully beat the worst of the traffic. We arrived in Birmingham with an hour to spare; after finding the studio, we popped into a nearby cafe to have a light breakfast.The studio was in an old warehouse building. Once inside, it was very impressive. Different. I scream again, louder this time. My arms.. Im going to fall.. Tim.. I can hardly speak through my heavy breathing. He grabs a hold under my arms and pull me against his chest and lean his back against the wall. Im so amazed over his strength and balance. Good thing I have a matt in the bottom of my shower, or else this could be a slippery slope. He bites my shoulder, and it turns me on even more. He turns and press me against the wall, making it easier for him to thrust inside me. You are so. Maybegive up my balls but keep my penis? Or how about some kind of surgerywhere I could push my penis inside of me somehow and have it remainthere until I had to use it to pee after which I could simply push itback inside? Don't ask me why, to this day I don't know, but thethought never occurred to me to have what's called SRS surgery; i.e.:have my crotch surgically remade to appear like a woman's.But during my next appointment with my counselor, after I had presentedall the crazy ideas I'd. The worst of it was that she felt so turned on when around him, and she knew he was always checking her out. She was used to that. Chase always told her she was curvalicious, and she knew she had the goods—long, thick dirty blonde hair, boobs, butt, and legs—that turned guys' heads. But it really annoyed her that Max drooled over her as much as any guy while pretending that he wasn't interested. He had a girlfriend, or so she had heard, but he still looked. There was just this weird sexual.