So she made it her mission in life to make sure that you never had the same problem. If you remember, she was ALWAYS trying to push her arm up inside ...ou as far as it would go. You were usually thrashing around having an orgasm at that point and too preoccupied to pay attention. When she had her arm up inside you as far as it would go, she would use a "swirl" motion, so she could stretch your hole. If you remember, she was fist fucking you 5-6 times a week. She was ALWAYS trying to make your. I think I might be in a rut,” I replied.“Well, chin up, things should bounce back. You never know what could happen, you could have a chick sucking on your cock this time next week,” she said, as she put her arm over my shoulder, and her robe opened a little more.Where the hell did that come from? I got another hard on, and hoped she wouldn't notice, or maybe she wanted to.“Well, it's getting late, we should hit it, sense we both got work tomorrow,” she mentioned, as she leaned back away from. . and cum she did. My entire crotch and the towel under me was soaked. Jill was a rainmaker, a woman that squirted when she came. In all my adventures, I’d heard of them but had never ran across a real one. When she’d finally showed some signs of life, her arms went back around my neck and she kissed me like her tongue would either go down my throat or punch through the back of my neck.I did eventually get her the wet washrag and I think this impressed her somewhat. Strangely, she really didn’t. All the times she'd been fucked – and fucked is exactly the right term – no one had made any attempt to give her pleasure. That included the multiple penetrations by the trainers at the Centre. So she wondered at the odd sensations in her lower body. She was actually frightened by her first, intense, orgasm. By the end of the session, she had to be lifted off the device and carried to her cell. The trainer – Jem Peterson – who carried her laid her on the bed sideways, lifted and spread her legs.