“Been better,” she muttered tremblingly and moaned. “Gosh, the lift fell!” “It’s a miracle we survived,” I said and rose slightly. “...ait, wait! Be careful, that’s my leg!” she squealed. It was not until then that I realized it was her leg pressing my arm. I got hold of the heel of her shoe, which had stabbed my shoulder. While I was drawing it carefully aside, my cheek brushed against her calf. “I have never been stabbed with a shoe heel.” “Sorry, I normally don’t flail my legs. Oh, it’s so. "She smiled. "Maybe it is, but I'm still reserving the right to change my mind. Coming here was a big deal for me. It was sort of the first time I have chosen any path. Before, everything I have done has followed what my parents, well, my Dad, wanted. He was not keen on me coming here, he thinks it's pointless, and then there is the cost I guess. He still has to agree to me actually starting full-time in October." Will that be a problem?" I don't know Carl. I'm going home for three weeks at the. After all, what's the worst that could happen, I end up devoting too much of my free-time trying to make her cum? To her it was a win-win, as no matter what she'd find herself cumming more often.I won't go into the fine detail of all we did, as this process took months, instead, I will offer highlights.Michelle's training was more oral and "fingering", than actual "sex". She came most easily from my hand and mouth, so that's what I used to work on my "project". In the beginning I used a method. When the grip didn’t soften on my balls, tears started streaming from my eyes, “Mistress, I know I’m somehow at fault and I’m terribly sorry I inconvenienced you. But I don’t know how; please tell me, I beg you, so I can become better for my mistress, who deserves only the best.”She left my dick (balls still being clamped in her hands), grabbed the scruff of my neck, pulled me closer, spat on my face and said, “I hate hard orgasms in the mornings on working days and you know it.” Even as I.