‘Should I get out of bed?’ she thought. Something kept her in bed and stopped her from stirring. Next to her HE slept. HIM with his unruly, curly ...air. She could forget he was there sleeping, he was so quiet. Much the opposite of herself. She flung blankets when she got too hot, was known to stir endlessly after bad dreams, and was always too cold. At all times she must have at least 4 blankets on top of her. She loved the weight of them against her. Underneath those blankets it was warm enough. But she didn’t want to cum just yet so she unlatched her tits from the other two boys and dropped to her knees and pulled Tom’s whole cock into her mouth and went to town on it. Tom’s “Mmmf’s” turned into moans, moans loud enough that one of the Starbuck’s baristas, an older woman, looked over from across the room with a big smile. She’d seen this sort of thing before and not for the first time felt some envy towards meat girls. Unsurprisingly, it didn’t take long before Tom exploded in her. I can see it on the faces of the male gymnasts.He took me through getting me so that my arms were at perfect ninety-degrees to my body to form a cross. After a few minutes, he had me do the same thing, but upside down. Finally, he had me push down on my arms like I was doing a push up with my body parallel to the floor facing down, then the same looking at the ceiling. He had me do handstands, rotation from handstand to handstand, and the ones where I hold my body in a specific position. I held. And while she tried to assess what the faint order had been that filtered through her sobbing, he applied another and fiercer lashing across her shoulders. It drew a shriek from her throat, blood from her skin, and an oath from Paul."Damnit, slut! When I speak, you move, and move quickly!She knew she couldn't stand a lot of this, so she forced herself to bend down and place her lips on the toe of one of his boots. She would have to conserve her strength if she could find any hope of escape from.