“Where are the guys, anyway?”“Still asleep. Probably worn out.”“We did give them quite the experience. Their little cocks couldn’t handle ...t.”“Little is right. I thought football players were supposed to be manly?”“There’s more to a man than his cock. There’s also his balls and his muscles.”“Vain much?”“I am a genie of modest desires. Anyway, you were about to have me make their dicks bigger.”“I’m a human of modest desires. Those being that I wanna feel those guys all the way up in me. I want. Training Mistress reveals a cylindrical device similar in appearance to aflashlight. It emits a weak red beam which she passes over John's body.Seconds later he feels his muscles begin to loosen and stretch, and hebegins stretching forward. In fact, the less effort he exerts, the easierhis range of motion becomes."There is no need to rush," says Training Mistress. "First lick theshaft."John begins licking the shaft of his penis from the base to the head. Hekeeps making long, deliberate. No late evening meetings. The only thing I couldn’t check was if anything was going on at her work or at lunch. So I decided to start to call her at lunchtime. She never answered her work phone but she would answer her cell phone. So if she was having lunch it was not at her desk. We never had need to track each other’s phone so the Find My Friends feature was never configured. To do so now I would have to send a request and that would raise a flag. I think if it gets to that point I can find a. Because my granddaughter was involved, wild horses couldn't have kept me away. I assure him every thing would be just fine and he expressed his relief.The very next day I was at the front door ringing the bell. Monique opened the door and gave me the biggest smile she had ever shown me. I went inside admiring her new outfit; a short skirt showing her long sexy legs and a top obviously three sizes too small. It not only hugged her much larger breasts but anyone could easily see the cups of her.