But Jim's kiss was certainly NOT effeminate, as I had imagined. No, it was powerful, and sexy, and interesting ... and so very masculine. Feeling his ...ough face against mine, his tongue probing urgently and insistently into my mouth like a flexible little cock, dueling with my tongue, was not even the slightest bit feminine or tender. Not at all.It was more like his tongue was injecting pure testosterone into my willing mouth. Kissing like this was raw, intense, primal, powerful ... dirty. . The room was perfectly quiet now except for the film running and the occasional deep inhalation and exhalation. Occasionally one of them coughed as well. And then there was a picture on the screen.The film showed a large bed in a bedroom with a small vanity to one side with a large mirror standing near it. While Ellen puzzled at this, her empty champagne glass was taken away and a full one substituted. She had lost all sense of proportion now and wasn't sure if it was Maxwell or Dominique that. Today, however I wanted to fuck the shit out of Anastasia’s flexible ass. I looked over at her and she was eyeing Shana down like she was about to beat the dog shit out of her. A cat fight would’ve been fuckin entertaining. After the brief warm up, she took her students through a couple of exercises, positions to get ready to perform their own version of Swan Lake. I put my ear buds back in and vibed out to Three Six again. During the class break, I went back out into the hallway to make a. Fifty years ain’t that old, but that was enough to knock me out. I got a ton of brown rice and salmon inside me, chased it down with a tiny cup of chocolate ice cream, and then brushed my teeth and fell asleep while reading Michael Connelly. It was the weekend the next morning and if my information was correct, the Hardy ‘elders’ were out of town that day. I would start casing the joint, so to speak, after lunch though. These girls weren’t early birds, and I decided that my work wasn’t going.