“Oh, I doubt my father would let me do that!” he said.“Your dad isn’t here now,” I smiled conspiratorially.He looked at me like I could not ...e serious and asked if I was offering to be his trainer. I didn’t want to be this kid’s trainer. It might have been worth a few laughs, but I didn’t have the patience or knowledge to do it and I told him that. “Your sister would make a good trainer, though,” I said.It was as if that thought had never occurred to her and a light bulb turned on when I. Salaam.”“Salaam! Yes! Good night!”Well, at least someone was glad to see me.Thursday, July 16th. Al Ahsa Intercontinental. (Richly.Stamp.Reach.)I slept very, very well. And long, too. I think I was out before ten, and I woke up at eight. A solid ten hours of sleep! When was the last time that happened? Puberty, probably.As the hotel had a coffee corner with sandwiches, I decided I’d have breakfast there. It was Ramadan, so it turned out they weren’t actually serving anything by the time I got. I also installed a couple of fixed video cameras, and had plugs for two more portable video cameras. The room also had adequate lighting for me to video without on-camera lights.I installed a nice projector style television, and two other monitors on either side of the projector screen. the room was carpeted with a deep blue carpet that was easily cleanable. the ceiling was sound tiles, so there would be little if any echo in the room.I was now waiting for the three large couches to be. He put on his pants and shirt, grabbed his shoes and I walked him out. We kissed goodbye for a few minutes, then he drove off.-7-We slept together up until his wedding two months ago. Tyrell would sneak over during breaks or I’d meet him somewhere. We’d have sex in his car, I’d slobber all over his cock or get naked and ride it.Sometimes, we had sex on the beach, or at his apartment when his fiancée was out. We agreed that once he got hitched, I’d never see him again.We rarely spoke during sex..
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