Aiden and I chatted a little, he asked me how my swimming was, if I could do all the strokes. My usual training swim is two kilometers in a little und...r forty minutes. Sometimes I swim further, sometimes (particularly if I'm hung over) I shorten it a little. I have tried the butterfly stroke but can not claim to be proficient at it which Aiden laughed at and said that wouldn't be necessary.He asked what I was looking to get out of the Masters Swimming program: I'm not training for anything in. It was probably the reason it's taken me over six years to write the 200 pages I have of the romance novel I've been working on. It wasn't exactly good, but it made me happy to write and maybe someday I could publish it and make some money and people happy at the same time. As my mind wandered from point A to B to P to S, my boss' voice rang out from across the quiet store."Alice, you almost done with setting up those new arrivals? We open soon and I want them done before people show up," she. Her clit pulses, compressed in its own clothespin, swollen, marred by the greasy hose. ?Thwack!? ?Agghhhh!? ?Thwack! ?Agghh!? Thwack!? ?Agghhhh!!? More backhand, forehand flicks, the other labia clamp finally flicking off onto the floor. Without stopping, more snaps of the hose, each harsher then the previous. Her naked, sweating body contorts, bounces, sways as the springy rubber pounds between the folds of her vulva, flattening across her clit, the clothespin, her spread vagina. I remembered that you liked the one drummer gang I sent you last time, so I put a bunch of their stuff on it. Hope you enjoy it - sorry, I need check this out."He rattled away on a keyboard, pretending to deal with the non-existent "problem." It was cheesy, he knew, but he hoped that she might take the disk and not quibble about it if he cut off communication. She stood there for a moment, eyeing him; he could feel her gaze burning into him. Then her claws scraped briefly on the countertop..