” I said, sounding very confused.“This hard penis” she added, as she lightly grazed her fingernails along the underside of its length, “will o...e day make some woman VERY happy. But before that day comes, you will need to learn how to treat a woman.”She then used her index finger to apply a bit more pressure to the underside of my penis.“And in order to learn how to treat a woman” she added, “I’m going to treat YOU like a woman… to teach you…. but first” she continued, “we will get this hard,. His strokes were slow at first, deliberate, almost considerate. He was big enough to not have to worry about where he positioned it. Anywhere would have done, especially in my cunt that seemed to suck pleasure from fresh air at times.I felt the build-up start. My eyes closed, my elbows tucked into the base of the stair, my face resting on one step higher, my breasts crying out for the attention they weren’t going to get in that position. His cock fucked me. I started to whisper into the carpet,. I still had my hands behind my head and his erection was rubbing up against my hands as he shifted further toward me. He had on a pair of stretchy pants and I was able to tug them down just a little so the head popped out and I could feel how soft and warm he was.I curled one hand around his dick and caressed the head suddenly feeling just a little precum on the top. He continued to rub his hand on the top of my dick just enough to keep me aroused but not enough to get me off. This went on for. Maybe they had to actually be in place for everything to work properly. She would find out the first time she used them.Everything was ready. All she had to do was wait for an opportunity when she could be out in the Yoga Shed for an extended period of time. Since waiting was what it was all about, the delay became a part of the game she was playing with herself. Twice each day, she would walk out to the Yoga shed dressed in her white top and white Yoga pants to do a half-hour Yoga routine..