We will start Saturday morning.I hear some noises around me but choose to ignore them. Then comes soft breezes in my ear. That goes on for a minute wh...n I hear softly"get up or you know what happens. Still groggy, I lay there for a few seconds before what I heard registered. I hop out of bed and look around. There He is. I'm not sure how he keeps getting into my room."Pajama bottoms off and bend over" I do as He tells me. I'm curious but afraid at the same time."spread your ass cheeks open. I belong to the boys now. And to the boys I shall remain.”I knew that nothing would be the same now that I had sent this message. And I didn’t care. This is what I want ... no ... this is what I need. The purpose of this group chat was for the boys to interact with me and for me to interact with them without any interference (AKA, my husband). As soon as I sent this message, the group chat was flooded with messages like “Woah Nina!”, “Yes Nina!” and “I can’t wait!”. I felt an incredible rush as. They would move to the free weights for one- and two-arm curls, military presses and the bench press. The next day would be their legs and glutes day, starting with squats, lunges and ending on the leg press and the leg extension machines. The third day of the cycle would be for the body’s core, concentrating on sit-ups, leg lifts, and crunches. On the fourth day, they would start the cycle again. This went on for over two years. For Katie, going to the gym, working out with Joan became as. I felt her cool hands slide up the outside of my thighs and reach around to my almost bare rear. She pulled me hard against her and started rocking her pelvis against mine. Then one hand came around to the front and onto my belly, sliding down the outside of my thong and between my legs.Her touch was so gentle down there. Rubbing softly in rhythm with my now rocking hips. Then she was pressing the cloth between my lips. Pressing a little harder. Pressing the cloth against my opening. "We have.