"I do all the work and it feels like you're working out pretty regularly." If you call sex a workout, then of course it's pretty regular," I grinned.B...t Amber pouted, "But what am I going to do starting Monday? You'll be at your new job and then who's gonna fuck me in the early afternoon? I'm not sure I can wait until you come home!"I rolled my eyes. Ever since graduation, Amber had been alluding to some fears that somehow my no longer being a student would break us up. "You can fuck the pool. Maybe he had fantisized about being forced into gay sex his whole life, and now he could just show some token resistance and then let it happen. And oh, how he was letting it happen. The pain must've been why he wasn't hard, but he wasn't completely soft. That's the best thing about the prostate, it just wriggles a little pleasure into being forced so the humiliation is complete. You can't very well protest while you're slowly starting to get hard and moaning. I finally gave into the urge to. When she returned, she had on a pair of panties and a tank top. She gave me a hug and a kiss and told me this was the best night of her life when it came to sex. She never knew that it could be this good. I asked if she was ok and she said yes, but she was going to be useless for a few more days. I smiled and told her I understood. Jeff, Bill and Scott got dressed and Gave her a hug and kiss telling her it was awesome and asked if they could visit if they were ever back down this way. She. ”“Sure. Take your time.”It was a few minutes later when she spoke up again. “I have so many questions about this. Where to begin?” She pondered.“I am clearly a pariah in Hollywood. Do you think this is a good idea? I don’t want to do anything to damage the reputation of the Golden Globes, and my presence there could certainly have that effect.”“The panel debated this in depth. I won’t kid you – you were the most discussed candidate for any presenter this year, or any other year I have been a.