“Oh, sweet Clarence, this is marvellous.”I still had a hand on the controls and pulled the valve wide open.“Crikey!”I noticed her shift back a...little, so placed my hand against the bottom of her back and pushed her forward again. I could feel her shaking and the vibrations from the machine. She was panting hard already.“Bless my soul!”Sybilla told me how the extra speed and frequency of vibrations, when the flywheel was set to full power, were indescribable. It felt as though her whole body was. Mine was to put on an extra ten pounds of muscle while Mom decided she was going to regain her old measurements from her modelling days; a ridiculous 35-24-34. If you’re not sure what that looks like, picture Denise Richard-like curves.We’d usually start together on the treadmills where I’d do a full thirty minutes before moving to the free weights, while Mom kept on with her cardio. I’d watch with a mix of amusement and pity as the other guys in the gym lined up to use the equipment closest to. We got out and he led me on my lead to the front door and rang the doorbell. A girl opened it and I saw that she was naked apart from a strip of leather round her cunt, which appeared to have a dildo in. Master gave his name and we were taken into a large room where about 35 to 40 people were standing around, some talking and some looking apprehensively around. I saw that there were several chests round the room and about 20 comfortable looking chairs in a circle. I wondered why there were only. I thinkwe can make her believe the truth." Erin, "Let me think about thattoo. When do you think we should talk to her?" Clara, "As soon aspossible. Tonight. This weekend. Next week." Erin, "Clara, maybeyou are right, but I just can't cope with it right now. Not beforenext week." Clara, "Just give it some thought, Erin." Then they saidtheir goodbyes. Like always, talking with Clara was thought provokingbut comforting for Erin.Erin realized she had decided on at least one thing during.