She bends over her very clean and tidy desk and I lift up her skirt. That cute tight pussy I've dreamed about is finally opening up to me and saying ...i. I lift up her left leg and place it on the desk, then insert my tool into her tool box. She gags on my tie while moaning and shouting. I pound her hard like a stapler not wanting to staple. I single punch her hole repeatedly just to make sure I'm getting through. I stamp her pussy over and over again making sure the ink goes on right and. In the hospital in San Francisco, Dr. Sharapova measured me carefully. I was very relieved that the size of my head and testicles hadn't been affected; Dr. Kournikova had warned me of those possible side effects.Dr. Kournikova suggested that I row for thirty minutes in the morning and thirty minutes in the evening. The rowing machine was to strengthen my muscles and to lose muscle bulk. I felt like a wrestler slimming muscle.Monday night, I wore the Southern Gentleman white suit to the 'pledge. Ladies flock to the Spa looking to lose a few pounds and to get out of the house and away from the curtain climbers, rug rats and other assorted kids. They are looking for adult conversation and some understanding. That’s where I come in. I’m just a regular guy, 5 foot, 11 inches tall. I weigh around 210 pounds. I am not a muscle bound gym freak as you may think. I have a community college degree in Personal Training/Sports Medicine, and another in Massage Therapy. You see, I do drive one of. “Annie and Emily think I’m the most insanely gorgeous guy on Earth. They wanna have sex with me.”Josh approached the girls, and their demeanour changed the instant they spotted him.“Um, hi girls,” he said.“Hey there,” the girls said in unison, lust obvious in their voice.“I’m Josh.”“I’m Emily.”“Annie.”The two girls moved noticeably closer to Josh, and he allowed his cock to harden, creating a very noticeable bulge in his shorts.“So, you single?” Asked Emily.“Uh, yeah,” Josh replied.“Good,”.