" I'd like to do that, myself," Betty said."Why don't you come home with us and try it," Kay suggested."I'd love to, but I have orders to fill for the...Fedex man to pick uptomorrow morning. Thanks for the invitation; maybe some other time." You will be coming to the party next Saturday (not this Saturday). Maybeyou could stay over at our place then." Excellent idea," Betty said. "Now let's get your order ready so you cango home and play with your new toys. Do you want to wear what you haveon?. Robby and me started on the snack-bars shortly after we left thecompound. Simon didn't seem in the mood to eat.In any event, we reached the big wrought-iron gates in good time.Peering through, we could see a helicopter landing-pad, some tenniscourts and well-trimmed lawns. The question was how to get inside.Robby and me looked at each other with blank expressions. I didn'thave any ideas about how to proceed. And, neither, it seems, did he.In the meanwhile, Simon had been doing some. But something about his physique and the way he carries himself had me mesmerized. I'd watch him work alongside his clients, patting them, holding their form and sometimes stretching them after a workout and many times found myself getting ridiculously hard. He has incredible, muscled arms, a chiseled, but not overly big chest, washboard abs and an ass that rocked my world -- high and super firm.I don't think I had ever even beat off thinking about a black guy and here was Calvin literally. You sit back and watch my legs writhe against each other slowly, sexily, so deliciously. You run your fingers up across my hips and over my flat toned stomach, watching my muscles flinch slightly under your touch. I feel your hand mover upwards, and you tease me by running you fingers under my breast, slowly moving back and forth from one side to the other. I feel your tender touch move up over my nipple, taking your time to run your finger tips round my breast, drawing circles around my.