She’d get me standing up and help me keep my balance while I did toe-rises on my left leg. Then she’d have me sit on a chair and lift my cast-encu...bered leg horizontal so she could put a stool under it. This was the position she wanted me in to work on keeping my shoulders limber as she raised and worked each arm in the socket. She rotated my torso in this position as well and while I was being tortured, have me do leg lifts and stomach crunches.The pleasure part was that after the first week,. I couldn’t stop more, then it was my turn to kneel, started parting her legs which were super smooth, her pussy was extra smooth compared, with no jungle, started slowly by my tip, and she was like pushing deep. Liking thoroughly, she was leaking already, after a few mins, she and I couldn’t stop more.Without no more actions, I stepped on into the scene, stood up and lifted her leg and that was my fav, and inserted her and started stroking, she was enjoying like hell, oh, please, faster faster.. Directed to the back of her throat she had no choice but to swallow and swallow again. As he emptied his balls into her she felt his rigidity slacken. The huge bulb softened so that she was able to suck and now actually taste he lasts drops of seed.Looking down into her eyes he offered his hand and raised her to her feet. In silence he walked her over the the summer house, seating her on a cushioned wicker armchair. Now it was his turn to kneel. There between her legs he first held. I stared into the painting trying to see if I could see anything. I stared and stared but nothing. ‘What is your secret,’ I said softly as I walked closer, never taking my eyes off of the intricate painting until I reached out and touched it. Slowly I knelt down on both knees. I reached our and placed both of my hands on the painting. I still felt completely normal as it was still sixteen minutes before the hour. As I continued to kneel and hold on to the clock I slowly lifted my head and.