Thistime we're going to talk about an exercise routine. This may not seemlike a great story idea, but trust me hun, if you liked some of myother stori...s, you'll like this one.Mistress Dyvia presents:Mistress Dyvia's Exercise RoutineWell as I'm sure you've been getting used to I'll describe what I waswearing first. I hope you're not too disappointed, but my hair waspulled back into a ponytail. I wore a white sleeveless midriff, blackspandex shorts, black socks with a pair of cute pink hearts on. I expected him to linger at my breasts for a while – like most men I'd met, he seemed fascinated by those two little bumps – but this time after a few moments he continued further down to lick and kiss my flat stomach. My breath caught when I realised what he had planned. I tried to tell him he didn't need to do that, and he ignored me entirely. And then he pressed my thighs firmly out to the side, and I stopped talking as his mouth descended to my sex.I'd never seen anything as sexy in my life. Mmmm . . . fuck me, baby!" Danielle moaned as her son thrust his foot long cock into her pussy. She smiled at the two blonde twins who were still clamped to her nipples, trying to get as much of her tits into their mouths as they could. "You gonna . . . fuck these sluts too?" she asked Jack. "Fuck their mouths . . . their big tits . . . their tight pussies . . . their assholes . . . huh, baby? You gonna do that . . . for mommy?" she gasped as he fucked her."Oh yeah!" Jack grinned. "But first. ' Natasha rolled her eyes.There was clapping and hollering. Soon a song started playing and after about twenty seconds another woman appeared, this time dressed as a pink cowgirl.It wasn't just the sex Natasha missed, she was a beautiful woman, finding willing partners was easy; it was deeper than that, the fuck or be fucked world of espionage that no relationship could replicate.The ex-agent eyed the woman performing on stage, drinking her provocative movement in. Here it was all right to.