He holds me still for a while, givingme time to recover, to take a deep breath. I start to talk and he pushes meunder the water again. This time he st...rts pumping my ass, while I franticallystruggle to get out. Panic! Burning in my lungs, lack of air making me dizzy, a pull on my hair and I amout. Breathe! Air! He continues fucking my ass, effortlessly, as if I'm a ragdoll. My lungs fill with air and I hold my breath. He pushes me down. Idon't fight. He feels good in my ass. Rocking me, sliding. During first four years of our married life My husband was very passive in sex. He is basically a shy and soft in nature.Though we were having sex his actions were very passive whereas my requirement was hardcore sex and frequently..Any how I got a child.. Gradually he started losing interest he had.Whenever I tried to attract him his response was poor.Rarely when he had sex,i want to the enjoyment and pleasure of sex which I love to the core.I was looking for an opportunity.But the big problem. .. Nurse Ashley wasted no time in sliding the thermometer in my asshole, despite my “objection”. She continued with stroking my penis and, about halfway through the temperature taking, she began to move the thermometer in and out of my asshole and twirl it around. She certainly knows how to take a rectal temperature! The temperature had been taken and Nurse Ashley noted the reading. I was now to get on the exam table on my hands and knees.Needless to say, in this position the exam gown fell. I guess it’s an offshoot of the medical pod technology. We get in the sleep trainer and sometime later we emerge with new knowledge that it pumped directly into our brains,” I said.“Directly?” Lenore asked.“Yes, which I’m not entirely sure I agree with,” I said.“Why not?” Ashley asked. “It sounds like a very quick and efficient way to learn a new skill.”“Sure,” I replied. “But it doesn’t really teach the skill. It just implants the knowledge and a memory of performing it. Your muscles won’t.