I’ve already seen how you fuck… now I want to see how you exercise.”I sat back into the seat, feeling a little disappointed. “Where is your gy...?” I asked, trying to make conversation.“In my building” he replied with a little smirk. I must have lit-up and he laughed. “But, just like last time,” he said, “first things first.”“May I pick the order?” I requested.“You may not” He said, and in a rather stern voice. “Women who can fuck are a dime a dozen. If you want to be in My life, you have to take. ‘Fucking Hell!’ exclaimed one man with surprise. I stood there, once again, humiliated and shamed in front of these strangers, letting them feast their eyes on me, thinking their dirty thoughts – seeing how their trousers bulged, inflamed by their decadent sexual desires, knowing that each and every one of them wanted to copy what their friend had done – sample the sexual delights of my body – fuck me – they all wanted the chance to fuck me! The men drifted away back to their work, I felt it. How I wished he could be there, with me in the bath, rubbing my pussy, making me moan like he did. I started to fondle my breast, letting my nipple rub against the palm of my hand, hardening with each squeeze I made. I imagined him, sucking on my pussy, running him tongue from the start of my lips right back to the hole, gently and cheekily pushing inside me every now and then. The thoughts of that night over took me, I lost control and ran my hand down to my pussy and pushed my legs. Despite being as fully into her as he could be, he still had a half an inch or so he could have given her, had she been a little deeper inside. He began sawing in and out of her always stopping when he felt her cervix at the end of his cock. This was her first day and he didn’t want to hurt her like that. He rode her thru two orgasms and could feel that another coming one building within her. He knew his own release was close so he pounded her a little harder though still trying not to hit the.