My lovemaking skills, which had never been highly trained to begin with and were now about ten years out of practice, soon became much improved. I was...also using the gym equipment every day and taking long walks in the snowy mountain wilderness with Gloria nearly every day that weather permitted. Soon my last remaining bit of belly paunch was gone for good. Gloria had a troubled teenaged daughter named Debbie that I virtually never saw, always invariably staying at a different friend’s house. ’ ‘Like teachers,’ suggested Tracey. ‘Well, almost,’ conceded Primrose. ‘I can only teach in the kind of school I was taught in, though I do have the unusual freedom to mix with people who teach in different schools, and who were themselves taught in those kind of schools.’ ‘Most of the people round here in this borough are what you might call ordinary people,’ smiled Chrysanthemum. She was always smiling. Tracey felt a curiously warm feeling and was wondering whether she was already falling. My cries excite Him, they always do. He sits and watches me writhing and whimpering, my head tossing back and forth, my hips arching. Slowly the sensation fades. My body relaxes, slightly. ‘There, my sweet, I think that’s a lesson you will remember?’ He asks. ‘Yes, Master’ I whisper. He reaches for a mirror, showing me my clit, peeking out between my bare puffy lips, jutting out hard and red. The black silken cords framing my red clit hold my attention in the mirror. The pad of His finger. After kissing awhile, she stops and looks at him -- smiling as she does. She takes his hands, and in a soft whisper, tells him they should go upstairs. They start walking hand in hand up the staircase that is decorated with candles. She looks back at him every once in awhile to smile at him, and every time she does they kiss. They get to the top of the stairs and head to the end of the hall. They stop before entering the door to kiss once more. Their hands caressing as they do. Soft moans and.