Talking with other users, I discovered that all the trainers had a reputation for maintaining a professional distance between themselves and their cli...nts. Not only that, but the gym staff ensured that any predatory behaviour was quickly dealt with. Their reputation was that women could use the facilities in safety and comfort. This even extended to the car park, which was well lit and comprehensively covered by CCTV.What I did learn though was that Diane had initiated the relationship. She had. She didn’t take long to start coming again, and he just kept fucking her, until she was wasn’t sure, if she was coming or going. Eventual, he stiffened behind her and made the soft noise he made when he released.She was so full she thought she would drip for a week. He humped a few more times before pulling out and dropping back on the grass beside her. Vera collapsed onto his chest, totally spent. She was wondering if she would find the energy to ride back.Bear hugged her in close and gently. It’s been years, and I’ve had sex hundreds of times since, but I’ll never forget that fuck. I looked up at him, at his shaved head and clipped goatee framed between my feet, my toes clenching with pleasure, his hands grasping my shins, and all I could think of was “I’m having sex. Oh heavens I’m finally getting laid again. I am actually getting fucked right now.” With every thrust he made my breasts flopped back and forth on my chest, and I put my hands lightly over my nipples so that they. Now I know it, of course, and work it to my advantage by taking control of their fingers, wrapping them around gel pens and guiding them to sign listing agreements and sales contracts.That fuck scene at the beginning of this story? If he doesn't sign, he'll never ever get into my pants again. And maybe, just maybe, I'll call the cheap bastard's wife. The reality is though that I have a pretty good sense of a guy's intentions. Sure, I know that they want to fuck me, I get that look from them.