I have a medium height and I am average-built but quite good with my words and moves.So, I shifted to Hyderabad last year and was doing a regular MNC ...ob which was boring the shit hell out of me. So, I joined a cult fit center nearby. There it was going well since I could use all my energy and frustration into something fruitful.The trainers were awesome and one of them was a cute little bong named Kajal (name changed) who instructed us for Strength and Conditioning class. She was quite younger. She is an instrument for instruction and schooling to become slave of her darkest desires and abject abandon.She will learn lots of fresh forms of fornication from her dedicated Daddy, drilling deftly all of her open orifices.She wishes she had been mine from her first shy start of erotic experimentation in encounters at age fifteen.She dreams she is the dear daughter of this daring Dad, who would have taught her every erotic trick as a teen.She seems long lost in thoughts, after her knees gave. She was extremely proud that her body could still stir the sexual wantonness of these young men. Nick moved backwards and bent Peggy forward a little so that she could take his vibrant erect cock into her mouth. Peggy was now bent over sucking Nick’s prick as she held it in position with her hand. Meanwhile Rob was at her rear and with her robe bunched around her waist he was easing her legs wider apart. Rob whispered, ‘You have a beautiful ass and pussy Peggy, so fuckable.’ She obediently. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands to my chest. "That's my job," I whispered."Yessss," she hissed back, "but you're not doing your job!" A good worker gathers his tools first and checks out the workbench before plunging right in to work," I countered."Whatever," she ejaculated, already tired of the work metaphor. "Hurry!"I had one more workmanlike thought, and had to share it. "Elaine, this worker has no hardhat." I raised one of her hands to my lips, and sucked in her index finger."What.