As he approached climax, he would praise my beauty, my perfection. His masturbation was almost like an act of worship, and his semen an offering to th... goddess. In that private environment, separated from the world and its preordained values, who wouldn’t want to wear that as a badge of honour?Besides, there was something about the smooth, slick feel of it on my skin that I rather liked too. As it cooled, I got goosebumps, contrasting greatly with the latest warm blast. That smell, that taste…. We thought it was some kind of strange dancing." It's called Tai Chi and is a form of exercise that is also a basis for unarmed combat. It's the motions of the moves slowed down. By learning the movements in slow motion you start programming the moves into your reflexes."She game me another look of puzzlement, "Programming?" That means that you learn it so that you react without thinking when you face a situation that your body recognizes."Corrie just shook her head, " I don't understand and it. He pulled a white halter top out and a black skirt. I called them my "Ho Clothes". I wore them at clubs to look extra sexy, especially if I was looking to get some."Why on earth do you want me to wear them?" I asked.He turned and looked at me. He looked me up and down, then staring at my barely hidden shaved pussy. The glitter in his eyes was very obvious."Um, hello," I said pulling his attention away from between my legs. I didn't want him to think I was enjoying it, in fact my pussy was. As he performed their tests and answered their questions their attention seemed to be focused not upon him, but upon the wall behind him.He took a glance there once to see what they where staring at. What he saw was a flat television type screen about three feet square. It was not mounted to the wall but rather seemed to be a physical part of the wall, with not so much as a millimeter of outward protrusion. His name was printed near the top of the screen along with a series of numbers, most of.