Her name was Rowanna but I never found that out until after we’d had sex. She’s most of reason I joined the class, I used to leave the gym at abou... eight, right as she would go into the studio. I’d faff around tying my shoelace or looking for something in my bag as long as I could outside those glass doors but I didn’t want to look weird so I eventually signed myself up. She was a young girl, just about eighteen. Her blonde hair sat on her shoulders and stopped just above her round, heavy. I've never seen her eyes quite so blue. I felt like I was looking at a different woman. How, over all of these years, could I have not noticed such a slender, perfect body? Without a word I approached her. My movements were deliberate because seeing her was seeing perfection and that never lasts. A nagging voice from the back of my mind kept silently whispering "you are being played." The voice grew in intensity. As I reached out for Holly's hand the voice was screaming "don't be a fool. You. So, I change out of my tekkies and jeans and put on a nice dress that I didn’t need to wear a bra with. I also put on some sexy high-heels and finish off my make-up with lip-gloss. At 2pm, I knock on his office door. I hear his sturdy voice from inside: “Come in!” I open the door and there he is, sitting behind his desk, with a rather horny smile on his face. “Hallo Marcus.” “Valerie,” he replies, while standing up. He takes my hand, spins me around while looking at me from head to heels and. I placed my hands on her head and caressed her temples. I applyed pressure – taking control from her. Her tongue knew exactly where to tease and I loved every minute of it. Slowly she lowered her head down my shaft, taking more and more of me into her warm, soft mouth with each move until she had taken all of me deep into her throat. I felt her throat tighten around my shaft and nearly came with the sensations now coursing through every fiber of my being. I looked down and saw she was watching.