Sapna : tum yaha baitho me abhi aati hu.Me: ha thik he.Thodi der baad wo pani leke aai or sath me cold drinks.Humne cold drinks pi.Sapna : aap kha ke ...ane vale hoMe: meerut se blong karta hu or job ke lye yahi par rata hu.Sapna : thumari koi gf ha kya.Me: nahi khabi asa moka he nhai mila.Sapna : achha to ye batao tum sex ke baare me kya jante ho.Me : ma to haran he rah gya but i replye madam suna or dekh to bahut he par kabhi kiya nahi.Sapna : achha chalo hum room me jake baat karte he.Ma to. IT WAS TOO LATE I HAD ALREADY THE FEVER TO SHOW HIM WHAT REAL PLEASURE WAS. I TOLD HIM TO RAISE IS ASS SO I COULD REALLY GET TO IT AS I WORKED ONE FINGER THAN TWO IN AND OUT OF HIS ASS BARELY RUBBING ACROSS HIS MALE G-SPOT WHEN I WOULD HIT IT HE WOULD CRINGE AND BUCK AGAINST MY FINGERS. WITHOUT WARNING I GRABBED MY STRAP-ON ATTACHED MY TRAINER AND LUBED IT UP AND GOT BEHIND HIS ASS AS HE PUT IT IN THE AIR AS HE WAS TOLD. THE TRAINER WAS NO BIGGER THAN 4 INCHES LONG AND MAYBE 2 INCHES WIDE. IT. He was in his forties. The look at this guy the way his muscular body was bulging out around his dress shirt told me he must work out regularly. Perhaps even lifting weights. A little small talk hoping I would enjoy my employment and he was back to work behind his desk. Kathy escorted me out of his office. I couldn’t forget the size of this black man. Brook’s boyfriend! Kathy completed our tour and invited me down to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee. We sat across from each other. I. Kate remembered a time when thinking wasn'tso hard, so difficult. The d**gs and hypnosis and physchologicaltraining and disciplining had all forced changes on Kate in thelast eight months, robbing the subject of independence of thoughtor even trying to think. "Pretty girls don't think-- they just smile, Kate. Understand?"the Teacher had told Kate, who replied with a big bright smile. Oh yes, Kate understood. Especially after a question had beenasked. It had been a simple one-- "Why are you.