He could smell her hair, after a workout smelling of sweat and vanilla. He ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing her nipples on the way down... Her breath slowing, her hands exploring him at the same time. As he kissed her, tasting her raspberry lip gloss, his hands slid into her shorts. He could feel the smallest amount of soft hair, and lower her soft lips, moist with anticipation. Slowly, he lowered her so that she was sitting on the bench. Grabbing her shorts and panties, he. Their teacher towered over the class at 202cm, making her one of the tallest men she'd ever seen, but he wasn't just tall, the man was looked strong, too!Surely an instructor of students who still might as well be c***dren like them would be conducted with a taciturn and dignified approach, but all that size and all that power was flung around with wild, careless abandon... Mr. Kenpachi's classes were like a bull in a china shop. Even his assistant was a tiny pink-haired gal who was maybe half. Was that it? Did the big, grinning man intend to blackmail him? Oh, Christ, if that was it, he was completely trapped; he had no bargaining power. He was a poor man, his job at the Post Office paying only a mere pittance, enough to keep him alive and clothed and with a roof over his head. He couldn't pay any blackmail sum, no matter how small... Oh, Jesus, Jesus! What was he going to do? But wait... maybe it wasn't blackmail for money; maybe the stranger was after something else, something he,. I invited them in, immediately walked back into the middle of the room, and stood still waiting to see what would happen. They looked like they could be professionals in an entrepreneurial enterprise.Nate, who looked to be about six foot three inches tall, made the first move. He slowly walked up to me and said, in a low sexy voice, “Stan is a lousy photographer. The pictures he sent didn’t come close to capturing how amazingly gorgeous you are.”He then walked up to me, cupped one of my.