It wasn't as if she could sit down with Lisa over a cup of tea and discuss things. No, she'd never be able to do that again.The figures on her spreads...eet blurred as tears formed. Ellie still missed Lisa so much. But she had to move on; as, indeed, they all did - Michael included. When her phone blipped from her bag, she jumped in surprise. Wondering who it could be, she reached down to retrieve it. It was a text message from Michael and she found herself smiling unwillingly, as she read. "Pound my hole into submission, man. I can't get enough of your cock." For several minutes, Vince pounded my ass with long, steady strokes. Periodically, Vince would pull his dick from my hole and apply a new coating of soap suds before driving his rod back down my wide-open anus. "Fuck, dude, your ass feels better than my wife's pussy," Vince said as he continued to train my virgin butt. "Time for you to do some work." He withdrew his tool and spun me around. As he sat on the bench, he lowered. Professor Bergman had told me that I would be needed for atleast four hours each day and I wanted to be alert on my first day.Sleep came easy that night. It must have been due to the removal of thestress I had been going through. But sleep I did, to the point that I wasalmost late for my first class the next morning. The day went by quiterapidly and before I knew it, it was time to report to ProfessorBergman's lab for my first day of work.As I entered his lab, I was quite surprised by the large. Then he overshoots his elusive quarry and the battle becomes aturning duel in which his own speed becomes his enemy. The Enterpriseeasily holds the inside curve, pounding his cruiser with full salvos oftorpedoes while he can only reply with his dorsal disruptors. Snarlingwith humiliated frustration the Klingon commander peels away, running forthe nearby Neutral Zone. His ship jinks and swerves, turning and pitchingevasively, as he desperately tries to disengage, but red warning iconsstill.