Panting and heaving, sweat glistened on his body while the stuffed gym slut obeyed the whims of those he served, willingly and whole-heartedly. It was...all he was there for, the ache of his throbbing cock taking him away from reality as he moaned. The sound was swallowed up, however, by the thickness plundering his maw, deeper and harder, driving into the back of his throat, forcing him to take it deeper. That was fine, letting him be just as he was, though all he could do was whimper and grunt,. “Hmmph,” she lamented. “You strong and silent type bore me. Would you like to see what shape you are in and where you are, Mr. Renard?” She grinned and added, “I have to warn you, it isn't a pretty sight.”I clenched my jaw and growled, “It's Armani. Show me.” The more information I could gather, the closer I would be to solving this puzzle of a twisted dream.She snapped her fingers; the entire room suddenly flickered as if I was watching TV. Snow and white noise filled the room. A black cloud. He commanded her onto her knees. She knew what to do. He had shown her how he wanted her positioned when he fucked her; trained her, rejuvenated her pussy and made it, long un-penetrated, accommodate his wonderful muscle and welcome it. Never mind the ache in her hip. He wanted her head down, broad ass up; inflamed vulva waiting between her open thighs; dripping coital fluid and lubricant, out of her mind, "fuck me now" excited as he positioned himself; Wendy on the verge of orgasm yet again,. In a fight in my own weight I could kill over 75% of the people walking the street; and over 50% of the people bigger than me. As my training continue I will get even more dangerous. I have been training just under six months now. I think Master Genwa wants to learn if I will continue to be his Gakusei" Gakusei?" I am his student, his Gakusei, that what that means; he is my Sensei." Do you want to do this? I mean the tournament? I know you want to continue training." Yes Dad, I think this is.