I have often felt ashamed of myself and the things that I have done in the past, but I do realize that, every single man, sometime or the other is a p...rvert. I am 24 years old now, but the pages of my Diary that you are going to see are from the time when I was 18 years of age. So I am practically opening up to you a secret of my life which had been well kept for years.As I said these events go way back when the time I was 18 yrs old. And the background for this story is when I had to spend a. " Well then, the only other option is that you will become my trainee.Every Wednesday, Friday and Saturday night you will come over here atmidnight. You will then dress yourself and do as I ask until I tell youyou can go. Now, what do you think? Police, parents or trainee?" I don't think I have much choice, I will become your trainee." Good. I was hoping you would say that. You start now. I have beenlooking for a trainee for some time, and I think I have found one." What do you mean?"As she. I moved to turn around to face him but felt his hand press me down to stop me. It was dominating but gentle at the same time. A combination that sounds impossible but has often led to the best sex I've had. He reached into his desk drawer for a condom with his free hand. Then I felt his dick enter me. He let out a groan as he slid into my pussy and his hand pressed a little harder on my back. Then the pace sped up. I could feel him slamming himself against my ass and with every pound the desk. The smile he received from Brian felt like more praise and recognition than the raise and bonus he got after starting this new line.They talked about things they liked to do, working out a couple of times a week, types of movies and music they enjoyed, all the fabrics of a first date. As they talked between courses, Brian would reach under the table and take Mark’s hand. Feeling Brian’s flesh against his, even if just their hands, sent a kaleidoscope of tingles through Mark’s body.After.