“I don’t know if there is anybody on the schedule or not,” I shrugged.“Duray said you are in charge when he isn’t here. Without a schedule h...w will you know when we can come and go?” Barbara Jean looked at me like I should know that.“I never thought you’d want to go to the gym, Brock,” I observed that my ex-husband looked genuinely excited.“Mistress Barbara Jean says I can masturbate if I do all my exercises and don’t complain,” Brock was moving around excitedly as if he too were trying to get. In and out. I couldn't help but scream his name. Over and over again I screamed, I'm surprised no one heard me. "Ah god!" he screamed, I could feel him cumming inside me. Ah, fuck. Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhh! I orgasmed. It was so fucking great. He got up. I thought he was about to leave but no. He pushed me against the wall and stuck his head between my legs. I could feel his lips kiss my pussy. He started sucking on my clit which got me going again. Fuck, this was one of the best days at college. Mom mom mom" my mom came running into my room and said "what wrong" i started crying "my car late my fucking car is late!!!" my mom grabbed me and said "whooo calm down we have loads of time" i picked up my cell and rang harvey "baby is your car there?" harvey said "yes its just arrived why" i said "mines is late(still crying)" harvey said "calm down babe there is time deep breaths" i put my cell down and waited finally my car arrived and we was on are waywhen i got there havrey looked amazing. That thought or idea doesn't bother me. Someone once said if you shut your eyes and someone gives you a blowjob you would be hard-pressed to tell who or which sex was the giver.Don't know as up to this point in my life I haven't tried that yet - but it sounds a pretty factual statement to me!For what it's worth that's my two cents. But by sitting down and talking things over before hand you, in setting clear rules of engagement (military style!) are in full control of the situation right from.