I plunked my thumb up his ass. I handed him my cigar. He reached down, and grabbed my cock in his big hand and slapped it against his butt. The phone ...topped ringing. The answering machine kicked in. I heard the gravely voice of my Dad. “Guy?”“Guy? Answer the fucking phone!”But there was other business at hand. My Dad breathed hard in the phone- I could almost see him spitting into his end of the line. I smiled, took my cigar back from the cocky stud rocking in my sling, and put my knuckles. I don't think I would have given it a second look even if it had a sale price tag on but it didn't seem as if I was going to have any choice in the matter but I wasn't paying. "Yes that will suit you fine. Try it on miss please. No bra". Emily came into the spacious dressing room with me. "I'll have to zip you up miss," she explained. I had to admit that I did look rather fetching in it."Find a matching pair of shoes and a handbag. Size five," Miss Walters ordered when I returned to show David.. I knew that this would now be the test, could I just sort of roughly throw my thumb back into her pussy as deep as I could go, without stirring her? Here goes nothing I thought, as I jammed my thumb back up inside of her. Nothing. WOW! I thought to myself, she was really out this time. My cock couldnt handle it any longer, it was throbbing and rubbing along her legs leaving a slug trail of precum I knew this could potentially wake her, so I grabbed my cock and rested it alongside her pussy. Mira of course notices so she comes over to me and berates my dedication, “Ms. Blaine, there will be no slacking on our PT today.”I smile at her and confess, “Mira, I don’t feel one hundred percent today but I will give it my best.”Mira moves back to the front of the squad and continues. Finally we finish and Mira takes the lead on the run as Ira comes up beside us and states, “Ms. Blaine, you do not appear to be well.”I fake a smile and say, “Ira, I’m not well.”Ben also shows concern and asks,.