You give me a few more viewings of your fine ass as you bend over to touch your toes.You turn off the TV, then you turn to me. You are covered in swe...t but it just makes you sparkle and glow. "You know" you say to me, out of breath, "I can think of another exercise for the both of us and as you have been enjoying my ass, why don't we do something together?". I know what this means and I shut my laptop. Work can wait.You come over to the table and you put your hands on it and you stick out. " Her clinical tone made the mental image of an 8 inch cuntrammer clatter into both of the traumatised hunks minds, making them shiver again. It wouldn't be long before they'd be shivering uncontrollably. "Uh," "Call me Miss Brest if you wish". "Um, Miss, I mean I don't see why you need to know that..." "Oh, that's quite simple boys, the doctors reports both say you've been terribly stretched - down there - and it takes a long time to regain elasticity once you've been hurt like that -. Despite my alarming position, he seemed completely at ease with the situation. He munched on a shiny green apple and leaned against the door frame, his brows raised at me. I stared at him in confusion. He tossed the apple core in a nearby bucket and strolled over to the bed. “You’re awake,” he remarked simply. “What’s going on? Did you do this to me?” He laughed lightly. “Well, of course I did. This is your reward.” He flashed a toothy smile. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you? I’m pleased. . what could be better? Gabriella had ideas about that. She pointed to her tablet, and told me, “I’ve got a playlist for background, and lots of porn for the big screen.” She pointed at our little bedroom refrigerator. “Lots of finger food in there, so we can be in bed most of the time. Sushi and Jewish deli. I’d have to go to the kitchen for ice cream, but I’ve got ice cream and sauces...” her voice got even more husky, “ ... to eat out or on interesting places.”Leaving work early, I indulged.