.and you know what, I don't blame him! What with all the canoodlin' and friskin' and go-abouts in these here saloons a man couldn't help but be driven...to a life of booty inspectin'.”...meanwhile...Back at the Robbers' barren cave hide-out, old DIck Jones, as he called himself, was doing some hard work of his own – wankin’ his goo-blaster, after having done a hard-day of booty inspectin' at gunpoint, and after he squeezed out a mayonnaise blast which launched across the dirty Cave Commons-room. Mike hurried to get the Electronic Leotard off me. I glared at him as he did. He hung the sickening piece of equipment on a rack beside his mainframe. I toweled the sweat from my body as I tried to sort out what had just happened. I didnt know whether I should fuck him or slap his face for what he had just done to me. The emotions were boiling in me. That THING was too real. But not real enough in the end. I sat down and cried. Why did you do that to me Mike I thought we were making a video. ... He couldn't handle it anymore, he knew that he was just about ready to cum. “Ohhh... Sis, I'm gonna cumm!!” With that, she quickly squeezed his cock hard, to stop him from cumming and she smirked at him. “Na uhh uhh, not until I get to feel you in my pussy...” With that she slipped off her pants and climbed on top of him, grabbing his cock and lining it up with her pussy lips as she slowly descended on it. She moaned gently as the head of his cock pushed into her pussy and she pushed her. He was just finishing up on the tredmill. He was drenched in sweat and still looked sexy as hell. Our eyes met for the umpteen time. I smiled and this time, he smiled back.I saw him picked up his backpack and headed to the locker room. I scanned the room to see if nyone was looking and the way was clear. I walked quickly behind him as he went through the door, almost walking on his heels. There I was standing in the mens locker room with him, the reason I was coming to the gym..my secret.