When I handed off the outfits to the girls at the gym, Nancy sent me off to a Dojo across town. She had found someone to help me. The evil grin warned...me that the training would be painful.I paid our silver tax at the police station on the way to Kyle MacRoy’s Brutal Dojo. The Scottish lass, carrying two beers in each hand on the sign, added a certain something to the atmosphere.Mr. MacRoy wore a T-shirt and a Kilt. He was the caricature-sized Scotsman from the cartoons, but didn’t have even a. ”In the pause that stretched out after, the first thing I thought to do was look around for some hidden cameras. This had to be a joke.“You’re… you’re serious?”“Yep,” they answered in stereo.My wife made her “patient face” while she cracked open a few pistachios from a bowl on the counter. It’s the face she makes when she explains stuff to me. One last time: she’s smarter than me.“You see love, I’ve done a lot of thinking about our anal sex problem. I’m just never going to like it. At one. She looked up at her and saw the officer had lifted her skirt, exposing her glistening pussy.Chloe knew what was expected of her. She'd already come this far and she was now willing to take it all the way.She edged forward, pressing her pouty, soft lips on the other woman's slit, slipping her tongue into her.The officer tasted so sweet, like a delicate nectar, and Chloe couldn't get enough. Moving her tongue in and out, making her moan and cry out as the grip on her shoulders loosened and then. I know you still like the way I look. I guess I thought we might end up doing more than just driving to Ohio." Mama really wanted me to drive you. I'm sure she knows what you were really after. She still asked me to do it." I already told her what I really wanted. I wasn't trying to trick you, Kenny. She said she couldn't just come out and ask you to do that with me. She's the one who said we should just ask for you to drive me. I'm not going back to that school unless we have sex together.