He encourages me (if that's the word) with taps of his riding crop if he thinks I am slacking but actually I don't slack. Everything is much easier wh...n I am just thinking about the weights.On a light day, he has me work the same muscle groups but with lighter weights and more repetitions. The programmes work my back, chest and abs, arms, shoulders, legs and abs again.I'm naked - except for the dreadful collar - but I'm always sweating and breathing hard at the end of it.The gym sessions have. But with concealed lusty glances...i imagine you working as one. perhaps i'd meet you at your office with a delivery and a knowing half smile...which you return as you notice the urgent swelling in my crotch. you'd take me into the stationary cupboard to do a check of supplies. I'd press you against the wall, urgently undo your blouse and bury my nose in your cleavage, running a silvery train with my tongue from nipple to erect nipple. Then, ignoring your protests, a rough hand thrust between. “Touch your cunt for me.” As I did, she started to undress, slowly removing her shirt to reveal a sports bra which she peeled off, exposing good, firm tits. She cast the bra aside, watching me as I slid a finger where hers had been. She unbuckled her trouser belt, unzipped her fly and dropped her trousers as she kicked off her shoes. There was nothing awkward in her undressing. It was almost elegant as she lifted her foot and pulled off one expensive silk sock, then the other. She picked up my. .It got me real high and i grabbed her thru neck..Pushing vkas aside..Kissed her deep ..Exchanging our saliva..Biting each others lips…It went for around 10 mins..In mean time vikas got up and switched on the lights…And now i saw her naked boobs..Her swollen lips…Her messy hairs….Her dark pink nipples….Itna dekh ke mera lund aur tan gaya…Aur uski naza r neeche mere lund pe padi…Dekhte hi she said…Oh my god…Wat a beautifull dick…Aur kehte hi woh vikas ki taraf dekh ke sharma gayi…Vikas smiled.