She also showed the tell-tale signs of being well fucked. ONE of which, was the glisten of fresh semen on her inner thighs. The second sign, was, when...James reached out and rubbed her breast, she had an immediate orgasm, that almost made her knees give way on her. Pete, however showed different signs. His neatly combed hair was all over the place, looking as if he had never combed it in his life. His face was beet red, as if he had a sunburn, and he was STILL breathing hard. He was having to. I hear your knock and I slowly open the door for you, smiling as I look you up and down slightly, noticing you’re dressed in khakis and a dark green button down, top button undone. You walk inside and look around, ‘Wow…you went all out, you really didn’t need to do that.’ I shrug slightly and brush past you as I go to pour two glasses of wine, my back to you as I stand in front of the cabinet. ‘Why is that?’ I ask and I gasp slightly as I feel your hand slide along my waist and draw me back. "For now, all you have to do is answer one question. If your master approves, do you wish to attempt the special training?"In a dawning realization - NO! It was more like the sun coming out after a major storm. I did want it. More than the trivial business that I thought of starting that was the reason for my being here. I looked up and into his eyes and said quietly, "Yeth, Mas'er. A girl wants 'at more 'an any'hing."--------------- On the way back to our lecture room, I realized that I. She was taller than average with a leanness that on a man would have been considered wiry. She was some kind of athlete or worked out. The sleeveless blouse showed definite muscularity in her shoulders and arms. She didn’t remotely acknowledge his arrival and Bernie had been too busy to chat. He’d always hated this part: starting a conversation. As he sipped his drink, two guys sat down on her other side. A quick look told him they were young business types. He took an instant dislike to them.