I stood there and began to unbutton my top when he barked " Dance bitch, make a show of it." I felt like a cheap street hooker but did what he wanted ...nd even started to feel a little turned on. Hell the last time I had a cock in me was three days before my fucking husband fell off that fucking ladder and that was months ago. I started showing him my moves and by the time I was down to bra and panties his cock started to come back to life. I popped my bra off of my twin B's which are still as. "Didn't make sense to procrastinate," she smiled."Well, if you come this early every time, there shouldn't be many wait times for any of the machines. We don't get a lot of real early-morning traffic. Things pick up around 6:45 or so, though," he said, rising from his seat and moving to the rack of dumbbells against the wall."Good to hear," she answered. "I'm eager to get into a focused circuit that will tone and burn fat."Valerie didn't much know what that meant---the trainer at her session. He angled her up slightly and pressed against her tight back passage. Sweat dripped from her forehead, as he pushed and prodded. The wrinkles of her tiny, brown sphincter smoothed out and stretched paper thin, as her ass nibbled its way down his massive shaft. She felt like she was being speared. Finally, all nine inches was buried deep in her gut, and she could feel his heart beating through his cock. He sat there, unmoving. A drop of her juice made its way down her labia. Once he felt it. It was the seventh blow that made her cry out a little too loud. Experience had taught us to be prepared. I reached for the knickers and pushed them into her mouth, making sure the juicy area was first to go in. After all, I thought, she shouldn’t get them so wet, especially on a Thursday. My hand came down on Sarah a few more times. Her body squirmed under me. She was constantly shifting her bum in some strange way; trying to relieve the pain. With every stroke, I could tell that her orgasm.