.. she had too much to loose... too much training....Never.The next couple days training went great and the soreness subsided. Monday she was back at ...ork but back in her routine. She knew her folks would be in Seattle in just under a week and a half to watch her compete. She knew she just had to get this next week or so out of the way then load Ziggy in the trailer and drive up to Seattle on that next Friday morning. As the week flew by she rode two to three hours per evening and everything. ”“Who else? Martin Schtupper ... is that your real name, cutie pie? Wow, you are just pure, one hundred percent Hasidic sweetness, aren’t you? And with a name like that, you were made for sex, anyway, right? What were you doing in a not-so-kosher breakfast meat-rich environment like this, anyway, babe? A little adolescent rebellion, eh?“Delicious ... and now you’ll never need those rules again, will you? Face it, baby ... you’re with us now. My luscious little Hebrew stud!” Lilith pulled one of. On my own initiative, I added some biscuits. Then, we took our positions again. The bodyguard, standing outside the door. My 'client', face-down on the bed. Me, standing beside the bed with a tube of KY at the ready.I turned out the lights, and dropped my trousers. The strangeness of the situation had given me a pretty good hard-on, and I was confident that I'd be able to perform well. Finding the small woman on the very big bed in the dark proved more awkward than I'd thought - I'd become a. John opened double doors in to a large room where all thegirls sat naked on a row of eight chairs. They all seemed relatively unbotheredby me turning up, except Joni who reddened and looked away from me as I walkedin. John motioned for me to sit in the near corner of the room by the door,and then turned to face the girls. "Ok girls, you all know what this is about. We have a mug here," John said,holding it up carefully for them to see, "Which one of you ladies will be downingin one. In order to.