"Yeah, I'll be fine, just some distractions around here, that's all." I did my sets, all the while starring up the leg of his shorts. By time I'd fini...hed, I realized I was hard. "Need some help with that?" asked Jim, looking at my crotch. "Later" I said. Jim moved away to finish his routine, I finished mine. It took us about 45 minutes to complete our workouts. Back in the locker room, we did the usual. I sat on the bench, Jim stood while we both stripped. As usual, I sat mesmerized, looking. I'd also started referring to it (at least to myself) as my talent rather than gift. Gifts were supposed to be good things, fun and enjoyable (if you didn't include clothes you got from family at birthdays and Christmas). I hadn't been able to think of one fun thing I could do with my talent.The knocking on my door jarred me from my semi-awake state. It was too soft to be my Dad, Ivan or Granddad, so that left either Mom or Isabeau.Out of pure cussedness I decided to try and make a link with. They've each had two helpings." "Let 'em gorge themselves. They're gonna need all their strength for what I've got in store for them today. Once they've finished, wait for a call from Dee Dee, and then escort them to the auditorium." In the auditorium, Dee Dee and some of the new girls were quietly putting things in order, and making some final checks of all the equipment. Now Tiffany turned around to face all of the amazons gathered in the auditorium. "All right, everyone, we're almost. Although my fantasy of her with other men was growing in intensity by the day, I was terrified that she would think I was weird so I did all I could to keep it to myself and managed to do just that for about eighteen months until, that is, we went to Venice for a long weekend. On the second evening we were there was her birthday and I had booked us a table at a famous restaurant to celebrate. Natasha looked fantastic dressed in her purple satin blouse and a black satin pencil skirt. Her blouse.