..As you explain your wishes and rules over the great dinner you prepared, the story your eyes shared with me was clear as you twirled the ends of you... well dressed brown hair. When i'd respond, your expression was as though my words had melted your eyes. The way they met mine and trickled down my body.All the while, my thoughts are of what I desired yours to be..Before bed we sit in the bar room while drinking and discussing school. As I begin to thank you again, you hush me..your mouth. Plus, while she did feel like something would slip at any moment, the suit seemed have been somehow designed to prevent a wardrobe malfunction. Whether it was some kind of use of friction or a specific weave in the fabric, it held onto her without restricting her movement or causing chafing, and her confidence in it was growing with each step. It made her forget her age and feel unstoppable and unchallenged in sexiness. However, the only way she could work up the courage to actually walk out. His engorged shaft found its way into her tight, wet hole, and he held onto her hips as he moved inside her. Soon, he pinned her against the wall and thrust into her again and again. He felt her body tense up and knew she was waiting for his permission to cum.“Let go, slut. Cum hard for me, and let me hear the sound of your pleasure!” he commanded as he pumped faster.She frowned for half a second, remembering that the Master had said nearly the same thing to her in their session. Then gave in. My mind was more than a little pre-occupied. Over the next few days my ass continued to mend. The burning was gone, no bleeding or problems with defecation. On one hand, I did notice easier bowel movements, probably due to my being stretched and torn, but I still had slight discomfort if I had an exceptionally large bowel movement. All in all, no problems. After 4 days, I went back to the gym. I missed my workouts, I didn't want to get out of shape or gain weight. I walked in to the locker.