"Martina." Nick. Nice to meet you, Martina." God, I'm so wet already," she said. She pulled a towel out of her gym bag and started to wipe off her arm... and face. "I'm sorry for messing up your car." "Mess it up all you like," I smiled. She caught my playful tone and turned her eyes to me again, and I could feel her giving me the once over. "Your first time, right?" she asked. "I don't remember seeing you in class before." "First time, yep. I'm officially a yoga virgin." She laughed, "Not. The man who wants to fuck his wife?s ass and then make her clean up. It was not enough!?John struggled, his dream had gone from completion to depletion in minutes. His mad wife was going to do something awful to him. ?No, don?t worry I would not cut your dick off, it would mess up the mattress. I have a little surprise.?With a wink she went to the door and opened it. There stood Carl. Naked, engorged prick in hand. He smiled at Jen as he gently rubbed himself solid, like the head of a missile,. We need your help sorting things out.” His voice made it clear that he wasn’t asking me. This was a demand. I hurried to my car and drove to his place, my mind racing with what the problem could possibly be. I thought everything was going great. I pulled up to his place and walked in to the main room. He was already waiting for me. “You’re going to get one chance to tell me everything and make this o.k. One. You recommended your friend Dan, that means you’re responsible for him.” I wasn’t sure. She tightens her grip slightly, massaging upward toward the flared head. The sticky, fluid amassing around the tip drool over and down the shaft as Page strokes to coat her fingers. The sounds coming from inside her hand are depraved, squelching as the fluids flow over the veins and ridges of Eris’ wonderful cock.Page slips her other hand between her own legs to run her fingers along her own folds. This is an action not allowed by any other trainer or mistress, but Eris doesn’t mind it. In.