Just my type! At that moment, he looked up from his workout, his eyes meeting mine. My heart felt like it had jumped into my mouth! My feet slipped of... the pedals and I quickly looked away, knowing I'd turned a little red. Shit! Why did I still react like a ten-year-old whenever I saw a guy I fancied?I resumed my pedalling despite a few odd looks from my class-mates and after short while slyly glanced back up at hot gym guy. He'd moved onto the pull-down bar thingy machine and was facing away. When I’m standing at the sink, washing the dishes, he would reach around me from behind, take the clean dish and dry it, putting it on the rack to the side. He always raises my skirt a little and it’s the movement of his strong pelvis against my pantyhose covered ass that excites me. I can often feel his cock swelling as he slides back and forth against me, my rear standing firm against him because of my heels, the contact making me excited and of course, a little wet. My body has become very. "Eva! Listen to me! It doesn't matter who or what you were. It onlymatters who you chose to be right here and now." You still don't understand," she said letting out a deep breathe asshe attempted to rein in her tears. "I was sent to kill you." W-what?!" I asked staring at her wide-eyed and let my hand fall away."You didn't see me, I was cloaked in magic. It was a few weeks beforethe party where we first danced. I almost did it, I almost killed you.The magic was coursing through me and all I. I walked into the living room and looked around noting that the sofa was useless as far as DBSM was concerned it was one of those big leather soft types, you know the kind it takes ten minutes to stop sinking in to it. The rest of the furniture was of little use either although the TV was quite a large flat screen affair. I imagined tying Alice to a chair and making her watch hours of sexy porn whilst being bound and gagged so as to be unable to play with herself.Leaving the living room I.