Her only real job choices were: (1) Showgirl, a job that paid real good but meant she had to give it out free to the special friends of the boss whene...er she was told to do so. (2) Escort girl, which was a job that Isabella would like to forget because it caused her nothing but grief on the East Coast. (3) Model, they called it being a model, but it really meant stripping down and doing mostly oral and anal in front of a video cam. She didn't mind the job requirements; it was just hard work. She was at a gig of a band she quite liked with her friend Amy. The support band had just gone off, Amy had seen them before and told her they were really good. They’d been ok but she was ready for the main event, especially because she massively fancied the lead singer of the main band. She was waiting to get served at the bar and felt someone press up behind her. She didn’t really mind, the bar was busy and she knew she was bound to attract some male attention the way she was dressed. Red. . My cock fills you so wonderfully you can feel little else... You bare down and squeeze your muscles and smile when you hear me gasp in response. At that point your feel my hands on your hips and I slowly pull back... Almost but not quite far enough for you to lose my touch... Slowly forward - I fill you again and am rewarded with another gasp... Out... In... Out... In... I feel you pushing back in time with me - urging me to go faster... Deeper....My hands digging into your ass... Moving. "The point of bodily refinement techniques is to transcend from the norm. When I embedded the formation in your body you instantly broke through level G. When the first gate will dissipate, your body fitness level will reach level F. And as for how a bodily refiner practitioner contends against a Mist User..."'Master is grinning'. Zax finally caught to one of his Master's stag expressions."A practitioner of any bodily refining technique, other than the Seven Stages Of Bodily Refinement, can.