”“Because I didn’t worry about it. The extra stripe on my belt wasn’t important to me. What was important was learning. I didn’t approach Se...sei about my promotion. In fact, I don’t think I ever asked him about a promotion. Ever. I just did what he asked and tried to learn the lessons he was teaching me. Not just about the technical part of karate, but about life, and about knowing myself, and about what it means to be a leader. My promotion to 2nd Dan came out of the blue, though in hindsight. This being the first time I'd seen them in full. And full they were. Not a patch on the girl we all had a crush on for years, but fucking magnificent nonetheless. She tensed her pelvic floor muscles and gripped my painfully swollen prick tightly. And then she began to lift herself up and down, up and down. She'd obviously been getting some practice in in the years since we'd seen one another last. Hers was no virgin pussy. And I'd like to thank the man who taught her whatever she was doing now. All I could do was stay still while Greg humped me. He could put his cock into my fingers and I could squeeze. He could put it in my mouth and I could suck. He had to move my legs to penetrate me. I couldn’t hold him or cuddle him. That made me cry. I argued with Greg about it. I hurt him. I know I did but I was hurt as well. I didn’t like being a charity appeal. I felt that he had sold my body or at least images of it. I came round after a couple of weeks. I had thousands of ‘get-well’. I kind of liked it. He moved down to massage my feet and toes. His hands were very talented and it felt great, his hands moved further up my legs past my calves to my thighs, I was now getting more relaxed and shut my eyes enjoying the massage. Ah he continued his hands reached the towel covering me, he slid his warm . As he reached further under the towel he said; we don’t need this on” seeing that I had not removed my underwear.Peter grabbed the waistband of my underwear, pulled it down,.