I went to the side of her bed and she says would you be ok with doing a full body massage, I’m so sore I had to walk all around five floors of stair... yesterday and now I’m paying for it.I said well if you’re ok with it so am I.She says thank you.I started on her shoulders and upper back and oiling her as much as I could without hurting her and all she was doing was moaning saying oh god that feels so good.I went to her lower back and upper butt cheeks getting near to her ass crack with her just. “Holy fucking gawd,” she grunts.I push that finger against her tight little star and she squeals like a pig.“Wait,” she whimpers, but not soon enough. I bury my middle finger inside her hot dark tunnel, all the way to the knuckle. Her head snaps up, eyes squeezing shut. I hold it there for a moment before I move, slowly sawing it in and out. “I don’t…”“You want me to stop?” I pause, fingertip teasing the edges of her tight ring.Her breathing is raspy and her hands clench the edge of the sink.I. It turns into a cat-and-mouse game between them, with each of them knowing and understanding what the other is thinking." So Tonya understands what I'm thinking?" No, between you and Tonya, it's different;" he explained, "Remember, she had the thought in mind that SHE would have been the 'golden girl', except that YOU were standing in her way." But that wasn't MY fault!" Of course not; but in Tonya's mind, she couldn't get what was rightfully HERS because the Skating Association liked YOU. ’ ‘I have a question for you,’ he said as he gestured for her to follow him out of the room. She nodded her acknowledgement of his words. ‘Why is it that one of my best students came in late to class with the same thing she had on yesterday?’ He paused to look into her surprised eyes. ‘Yes, I notice what you wear. So do other people. One of which came in this morning looking like he’d been hit by a truck.’ Joanne looked down at the strap to her backpack and tugged it over her shoulder. ‘I don’t.