“You’re on your own, boss.” This has to be good. We are going to something called an Erotic Ball, which is very private and he is finding the de...cription difficult. And, a good part of my relationship here is sexual …He chuckled, glanced at me standing before him beautifully dressed. He was clearly admiring what he saw. He looked down into his own glass of undiluted whiskey, swirled it, then took another sip and returned his gaze to me. “In my mind, this had been a simple series of comments and. - Good morning, can I come in? - Come in Paul replied Clear - and as there progress? - Is not it too well continue I do not understand - it remains to be seen well so we started to learn, explained to me everything exactly but despite his efforts I further did not understand anything, in the end it's been 45 minutes, Mr. Martin sat behind the desk looked at me and said - Well Paul, I know you try but you're not made for this, mathematics is not for you - but Mr. Martin and what does it mean? -. I was careful at first, partly because I didn’t want to hurt MaryBeth, but also want didn’t want to lose the straps. However, only one small adjustment to the straps was necessary and I was ready for hands-off operation. After the initial adjustment, I was able to thrust as fast or as slow as I wanted at will. They say sex is 90% mental. Well my brain was working overtime. MaryBeth shouts of “oh my” and “oh God” and “fuck me harder” were mind blowing. Harder is what she got, but then I went. Leaning forward, I raised her head until her neck was arched, until I could see her eyes. She looked at me, and then through me, as if neither of us were really here. I gently moved her back in the chair, my right knee slowly but insistently spreading her legs. She closed her eyes as her back arched against the lounge, the motion bringing her ribcage up and out, her breasts pushed forwards towards me. Her hand continued to slide over my cock in leisurely strokes. I lowered my head, breathing.