“Hey Chris, have a good swim?” “Justin, Hey, yeah, good work out?”“Oh yeah man, I’m benching 210, what do you bench?”“I actually don�...t know, I haven’t benched since high school.”Trying to make the conversation as short as possible, I finished rinsing off, and grabbed a towel and began drying myself. Justin was showering next to me, with his back turned towards me. He had the perfect body. A ripped back, with the tightest ass I have ever seen. I wish he would just turn around, but I didn’t want. I still have to pull it in some more, if youwant me to fully close your waist."Then, in more reasonable tones:"Are you quite sure you want me to go on, or have you had enough?"I had very mixed feelings! I wanted her to go on, oh yes! I wanted it tobe as tight as possible, But, could I stand it? Would I be able to bearthe pain that must surely come, and not have to beg her to release me.It was no use; I had to know:"Go on," I entreated. "Please, go on." Very well, then," she said. "Take a deep. ‘So now we’re all here, I think it’s time for us to have a little entertainment. I’m anxious that we let you have a satisfactory slave, sister – perhaps we could have a little demonstration. What do you think?’ ‘Pilar is very submissive,’ said Maria, ‘but she could use some more training, my dear. What do you have in mind?’ My Mistress strode over to the far wall, the silk of her dress swishing as her heels clicked on the parquet floor. She pulled back a black velvet curtain I hadn’t really. I rode him a bit faster then stopped dead with him fully implanted in me. I started to released my piss and it travelled slowly from his stomach to over his head and back again as I emptied out. I slumped down with my hands on his chest; I started to ride him, hard and fast. He held onto my hips and met me mid way with great force. Fuck it felt so fucking nice being stabbed with his fucking rod. I released vocal sounds of ecstasy as we fucked together. And we did fuck, holy shit he could go.