She was wearing one of the shortest pairs of shorts that I had ever seen, and a tight tank top that made her breasts look even bigger than normal. She...saw me standing there, staring at her body, grinned, and laughed. She must've immediately sensed that I wanted to fuck her silly. We exchanged conventional talk for a few minutes-TRIXIE: So, you ready to get wasted tonight?ME: Definitely. I figured we'd just watch a movie in the basement and get drunk at the same time.TRIXIE: Sounds good to me. I. The gym was open from eight in the morning until eleven at night and there were four trainers in addition to me; we were able to arrange our shifts to suit ourselves, as long as there were always two trainers on duty at any one time, which suited me just fine as I could spend time during the day trying to find a more permanent post. The work was not onerous and consisted mainly of advising clients about the best type of exercise to achieve their hoped-for goals. Jonathan’s was not an overtly. ” I stammered in a hoarse whisper.After my heart had started beating again, we got up and left the restaurant, nothing more needed to be said, we just got straight into the lift, and headed for the room I had already checked us into. We entered the room and just fell into each others arms.After what had been almost 12 hours of psychological, then physical foreplay we were just like crazy animals. Our tongues exploring each others mouths and our hands all over each other as we franticly tore. I was hoping you could help me be more of the slut that he wants me to be,” I told her.“I see. So what you are telling me is that you want me to teach you how to fuck like a slut then? I wonder why that is–maybe so when you become this wanton slut, you can work on replacing me?” she asked, suspiciously.“No Mistress! I don’t want to replace you! As a matter of fact, I asked Master just last night if you were going to become part of our regular sex life. And he said he had no plans on you.