I need to shower. Please, Michael.”Her shirt reached her breast, but instead of her gray sports bra I expected to see, she had a lacy, red bra, a bl...ck bow between the two cups. It lifted her round breasts into a jiggling mound of cleavage. I blinked. Why would she wear a sexy bra to... ?My stomach twisted.Tears burned in her eyes. She looked away as she kicked off her tennis shoes and peeled down her sweatpants. A matching pair of panties, cut almost as narrow as a thong and made entirely of. She wore her hair up with a few loose tendrils of her red hair occasionally sweeping her face. She looked classy. Ned barely noticed No 5 when dinner arrived. Ned and Julie dined on the balcony at a candlelit table. They discussed the coaching tune-up and how Julie thought she was doing. Julie paused, then said ‘I like the morning routine. I like the massage sessions. The afternoons are strenuous but I can see progress in my muscle control. I want to try my milking moves on your cock to get. That just turned me on more, so I took off my clothes, pushed him on his back and climbed over him. I took his cock in my mouth again as I ground my pussy onto his face.“He enjoyed it too, I know because I could hear him moan and his tongue, oh yes, his tongue, first it was inside me, then flicking my clit, then sliding back down my slit. Oh, I came and came as I sucked his cock, wanting to make him feel so good.“Soon he rose up and dished his delicious load into my mouth. I swallowed every. The belt comes down again, across my hips, and again. He pauses and his fingers run up my thighs and around my clit, briefly, too briefly. He moves his hand back and they are replaced by another blow from the belt- a stinging blow in my most sensitive spot. I moan as the pain fades into pleasure, and desire. The belt comes down again, this time gently, the leather running over my tender, aching skin. It rubs over my clitoris- oh yesss- and again, sliding over the wetness of my desire for him..