Mane dekh ke she is smileing me. Mai abhi bhi underwear me tha aur meri haalet dekh kar aunty boli mai tumhari kuch help karoo. Tumne bhi to mera purs... chori hoe se bachya hai.Tabhi unty ne bola me ye samjonge ke ye paise maine kese gigolo ko deye.Mai ne ok bola auny ne bola mujhe wild sex bahoot passand hai like meri ek alg fantasy hai kya tum pura kar sakte ho.Maine puch wo kase .Meri gand choos kar sungh kar meri gand maar kar .Mai khuse ho gya .Aunty mere paas aakr peche mood gye aur apna. Most of every day, she was in her shop working on my belt. I was taken in to have measurements made and to try on occasionally but that was the only times that I saw what she was doing. It was taking form and beginning to look like a large jockstrap. It was hardened steel with some type of soft material on the inside to prevent chafing. The only thing that I wasn’t sure of yet was the cup area. It was sort of plain looking but then it wasn’t finished yet. I was dying of curiosity but once. "I started to head back to the field."Stay here," she said. "I have to get the head trainer to sign off. Really, all that drama for a cramp."But she was right, the pain was gone and I was able to throw as well as I ever could. At least until the next morning when the exact same thing happened again. The very first time I dropped back to pass, the sensation returned. No way was I spending another 30 minutes with Madame de Sade in her torture chamber, so I pretended everything was normal. I made. Mike sat that and squirted a bit of lube into it and I could tell he was getting tensed up about this process. He placed the Fleshlight onto the coffee table along with the lube and then, for what seemed like eternity, slowly unbuckled his belt. He sort of sat there, looking back every now and then as I was sitting on the other end, very casual, sipping a beer, as if nothing was weird. However, my mind was stirring and I was quite anxious for him to start using it.He then sort of took a deep.