Mostly, on Wednesdays and Sundays he was home by two a.m., but Thursday, Friday, and Saturday evenings the club pumped, and he only got home at four-t...irty in the morning. Three days a week Force manically exercised at a gym as his marines days had taught him, to stay in shape. He also hated cooking and always went to a local diner for lunch. At night, there was always food at the club, and so his evening meals were taken care of. Force had a very healthy libido and loved fucking. There was. Although she wore a rather sharp professional looking vest and blouse, her no-nonsense appearance ended abruptly in a pair of revealing leatherette stretch pants.Jolene led us out the security gate of our little department, through the cafeteria and down a cinder block corridor to an executive meeting room.Cherry wood paneling, long glass table, posh leather swivel chairs that would have been delicious to sit on naked."So..." I ventured. "Definitely not in trouble."In a way of response, our. This Saturday there were only a few people working out and by the time I was finished that had been reduced to four. There was the Gym’s title hope who was being trained by his personal trainer and manager in the ring. An older guy sweating through a weight set and a young woman working her own heavy bag and of course me. From the looks of things she was only a beginner as she was flailing away putting a lot of effort into it but not doing a lot of damage. I watched her for about two minutes. Again, no response. She could feel her lover’s pace quickening further as his thrusts became more urgent, deeper and with more force. Each thrust pressed her into the bed and her sex into the rucked-up quilt between her legs. ‘Please pull out and let me finish you off. Please’. She felt awash between her legs and knew what it would mean for the rest of the day. She also knew what it would be like if Peter ejaculated his full load inside her.Peter’s breathing became heavier and he began telling.