I had a piece of silken fabric that I treasured, washed carefully when needed which was pretty often, for its sole purpose was giving myself those won...erful feelings. I usually kept it in my pocket but was always careful to remove it when those pants went in the laundry hamper.I also jacked-off in the shower or in the bathroom using soap or one of the various body lotions present in every bathroom in a house full of females. I probably wasn't much more aroused than any other boy my age though. We did not belong to the same circle, in fact I made sure I never had to interact with the likes of her during the entire time. She was the quintessential high school bitch, or so I thought. You see, I hate to admit it and when I do, she never lets me hear the end of it, but I used to overdose on teenage drama movies during my adolescent years. In my warped 17-year-old brain, High School had the crème de la crème -the jocks and cheerleaders, the too school for cool- class presidents and. I made my appointment for late in the evening so I could come in after work. I met Antonio, my trainer, the first night. He was a very fit guy that most women would drool over. He was in his early 30s, average height and Latin. Antonio showed me the equipment that I was not familiar with and explained how to use it. We discussed which areas of my body I wanted to target. I told him I felt I needed to work on my legs, butt and abs. He looked me over and I felt self conscious under his gaze, but. I remembered I was not allowed to give any resistance, and as my nipples were merciless tortured at full power I tried to lay still. However I moaned like a monkey for the sheer pain she caused.Seems like she was satisfied, according to the tone of her voice as she spoke in Czech language words I didn’t understand, while of her hands went down over my belly towards my dick and balls.She lay beside me, her body close to me, her head comfortably on the inside of my inner upper arm, acting as a.