There it was going well since I could use all my energy and frustration into something fruitful.The trainers were awesome and one of them was a cute l...ttle bong named Kajal (name changed) who instructed us for Strength and Conditioning class. She was quite younger to me, 19 years old, but she seemed too cute and simple. She used to train us and dominate us in every session to push us beyond our limits. She was quite friendly too. She would repeatedly come and push me to do more reps and give. They were elated with the perfect little dress that Terryhad chosen and the fun they'd had running the annoying saleswomanthrough her paces. All in all, it could not have been a more successfulshopping excursion for the two sisters.CHAPTER 8It was 4:45 when they entered the lobby of their hotel; Terry carryingthe garment bag with the dress and Chris carrying the bag of undies andthe box of new shoes."Howdy, ladies" was called from the elevator banks and the twins lookedup to see John holden and. She has me step into her jeans and after she does up the zipper in the back, runs her hands down my crotch and legs. I look down at my flat stomach and smooth crotch. It suddenly occurs to me that these are the first pair of pants I have worn in the last four months that actually fit me. I close my eyes and sense them compressing my entire lower body ever so slightly. But the waist fits and a sigh of contentment escapes my lips.The sandals are slipped on my feet. I have to admit from my waist. He demanded a beer, and although neither of us were old enough to drink, we had friends that had bought Mario a twenty-four case of BudLight and a large bottle of Jack Daniels. I hated the taste, but he spent at least one hundred dollars a month on alcohol. I brought him his beer and went back to the kitchen, to begin the cleaning, knowing that dinner would be demanded next. The days continued with Mario working odd hours, never really accountable, but I assumed it was where he was. The nights.