The pain had subsided and I now felt good feeling her stiff rod inside me as she mated with me.I could tell that she was excited from her dominating f...ck attack and it wouldn't take long before she would climax. I found myself caught up in her sexual tension and I moved my ass back and forth with her pelvis as she fucked. God, I wanted to bring her off. I could feel her breathing on my back as she started to pant. Yes, she was getting close. By now I was moaning from the pleasure of her ass. "You're kidding me!? That is so amazing! Things couldn't have workedout better, could they?" Uh, no," I said. "There is just one thing." Oh? What is that?" she asked, the excited tone in her voice gone."The couple who are buying it need to move in two weeks from yesterday."Grace was silent on the other end of the phone."Grace?" I nudged her silence."Hmmm. Where will you stay?" she asked.So, she was going to make this difficult."I, sup, suppose I'll have to come to your place," I suggested. Most men loved to talk about themselves, but not Virello. They spent most of the dinner talking about her. Without ever seeming to pry, he forced Chaisey to embellish her simple back-story with a wealth of personal details. By the time their plates were cleared, Chaisey felt a warm affection for Jennifer White, the aspiring advertising executive from Minneapolis who loved animals and old black and white movies, hated politics and telemarketing, and was training to compete in her first. "Smaller steps!" Mistress Orange yelled. "A sissy takes many steps and many steps. But fast. Arms out!" mandy minced fast and John Phillips just barely kept pace. One lap. Two. Then three. It was a tiny track, but quickly he felt himself breaking a sweat, trying to go fast, in baby steps, not letting the heels beep on him. "Don't let your knees get ahead of each other! Just above. Mince! Sway your sissies asses, and let those feet go a running."He heard mandy groan, saw her sway a bit. Four.