The waiting room was small, with only a couple chairs and a coffee table. Back issues of National Geographic and Women’s Day were scattered across t...e table. A small window rested in the wall directly across from the door and Marcia walked up to it. There didn’t appear to be anybody there. She looked around the counter and saw one of those annoying silver bells sitting there. She gave it a hesitant tap and waited. Almost instantly someone appeared from somewhere behind the counter. The man. My routine has become an average of one good frigging (or candle) session per day — I've become insatiable. I've entered a state of confusion on my dick — on one hand it's still disgusting, it stops me from having a normal life, and it is too big for me to control. I just want to feel like a girl and not worry about it. On the other hand, I find myself thinking back to that night when I was drunk and jerked myself off. Now that I'm gonna have it forever, I may have to resolve these feelings at. Seldom had a man given her this special pleasure. She had gotten aroused and wet enough with various guys, but this almost electric tingle had always remained in the realm of solo-sex. Tina’s hand strayed to to her thighs, but she controlled herself.Amy must have noticed. “Good, that will do for now. Follow me.”Kay put down Tina's feet and followed his mistress to the door. Tina reluctantly got up. She was a few steps behind Kay on the stairs and struggled not to grab his firm buttocks. They. "It is going to feel weird. Just make sure you land soft, and then go."I did it again and it was better. He worked with me on my lateral movement next. He made me stand on one side of a yard line and hop over it and then back as fast as I could. He showed me to keep my feet together, so I bounced back and forth."Faster, faster, faster!" he urged.I felt it in my hips when I was done with that exercise. He then had me run stairs. By the time we were done my butt, thighs and hips hurt. I needed to.