K. I“Hello, Women’s Private Gym, this is Anita, how may I help you?” “Uh, my name is Sushma and I saw your ad in the underground paper and was...thinking about maybe joining, could you please tell me a little bit about it, I mean the cost and everything!?!” “Well, Sushma,” Anita replied smoothly, “our gym has very competitive rates with other gyms in the area, but with one big exception, we don’t have any men to interrupt and bother us, so you can more or less let your hair down and get your work. Philippa then reached up and grabbed Sharon’s hair and pulled her down so she was resting across Philippa’s lap. Philippa then lifted the back of Sharon’s skirt and then started to take down Sharon’s knickers – she pulled them down to Sharon’s knees and told her to hold them there. This meant that Sharon had to open her legs wider to hold the knickers in place. Sharon’s cunt was already puffy and moist just to look at and there was a plug inserted inside Sharon’s arse which a sort of diamond. "AHH!" I screamed into my daddy's mouth as he pushed through my virginity and entered me fully. It stung as he held himself so deeply in me as I gasped to him. He had waited until I was deep in my climax before taking me fully and, as he entered me, I was again reminded how pain could be so closely related to pure lust."You okay?" He whispered into my ear as my hands clenched tightly at the quilt."It hurts," I moaned back, then added to my words from the conflict that raged deep in me. "But it. I had been so wrapped up in my preparationsI didn't realize until Friday I would be going to Stan's and except forvisits I wouldn't be going home again. As I was loading my car with all my belongings the feeling of loss cameover me. Instantly my eyes filled with tears and no matter how much Itried to blink them away they started rolling down my cheeks. I've never been a crier and for the life of me I couldn't remember thelast time I cried for anything. But that Friday I cried for severalminutes.