I wondered why he had never shown me the room before."This was Noland's regimen," he said, removing a clipboard from one of the pegs. "I think its tim... for you to start your own regimen." What should I do?" I asked. Sonya was watching us."Use this as a guide," he said, handing me the clipboard. "You decide how often you want to lift and I'll be here to act as your spotter. Don't come in here by yourself or you'll have John and me both to answer to. Got it?"We decided that I would lift three. Not profusely, but still. From a fucking blowjob. I could only imagine what that must have been like. What I wouldn't give to be able to enjoy Mom's ministrations that long."Get over there and tend to your mother's needs," he said. "Here's a little fatherly advice. Don't offer to go first. And while you should never go down on any girl you don't plan on seeing again, whether she goes down on you or not, if you care about her, always return the favor. And take the time to learn how to do it. ‘I know it’s probably corny but I brought champagne.’ ‘Champagne,’ I laughed. ‘What are we celebrating?’ ‘You.’ ‘I think that you’re just trying to get me drunk.’ ‘I would never do that…’ ‘Uh huh. Sure’ I said as he opened the champagne and poured two glasses. ‘To you…’ he said as we both took a drink. I tried unsuccessfully not to giggle. ‘What?’ ‘Nothing, nothing. So what’s next?’ ‘We drink the rest of this bottle?’ ‘You are trying to get me drunk.’ We finished the bottle and then he put. High heel shoes with a small lock, A tube of lubricant, enema and a buttplug with a horse tail."What the fuck?" After a few seconds I put everything back under the bed and went to my room.I sat down and turned on her laptop. "If she's into BDSM she must have something here."And I started to search trying to find something. And I did. A folder called "club".I opend the first video. There were two mature ladies sitting at sitting at the chairs drinking wine and talking to each other in a big.