She knew there would be no subtleness, no finesse, and definitely no gentleness in the next act, and she was oh so right.First the fierce finger thrus... into her back passage with no care of her cry of pain as the knuckle f***ed its way past her sphincter, the little lubricant inadequate, hot, tearing raw and piercing it went into her in just one movement.Seconds later the tearing pain of the rapid removal again causing her to scream to his obvious joy, the ring of fire feeling staying for only. Maybe a gym to attach myself to.”Max nodded. “Can I ask what you charge?”Chesa pursed her lips. “That depends on the level of engagement you’re looking for. Why don’t we talk about what results you’re looking for?”“For now, I want to be more fit. I’ve been working out with Connie, but I’m not planning on having my ass blown up onto a billboard in Herald Square dressed in a pink thong. So she’s apparently the wrong trainer for me.” Max offered.Chesa laughed, covered her mouth and laughed again,. He heard a soft chuckle behind him as he left. SultanaThey went over the sisters’ messages with the Hellenic boy again. He had nothing to add that the palace scribes had not sieved from the messages. This boy had his wits about him, however, and the Sultana was hoping that he would think of something she hadn’t.Her frustration for so many years had been that finding a good adviser was close to impossible. Her nonagenarians were wise, but they no longer thought well on their toes, and completely. Others take a while to learn to like. And some you'll never develop a taste for." So, it's okay for me not to want to be on top?" It's fine. Vonda loves being on top. So there's no trouble." Hey, you two!" called Vonda. "Brunch will be here in a few minutes. You might want to shower.By the time we got out of the shower, the food had arrived. Vonda was still nude, sitting by the dining table. On the table were all kinds of breakfast foods: waffles, pancakes, syrup, grits, hash browns, scrambled.