Instead, she had a real big grin as she asked how exactly was this sort of partner therapy supposed to work.Our first stretching exercise had me on my...stomach with my arms at my side. They closed my gown in the back and moved Miss Priss over to sit on my butt. Her job was to help me get my hands held behind my back and then slowly lift them toward my head until raised as far as they could go. She held them for a five-count, let me rest for a five-count and then repeat it for a total of ten. We went into the restroom two more times that day. Each time Kevin was a little more revealing to me than the last. My dick looked tiny next to his, and I was starting to understand some of the urges the white men in the stories had towards black men and their big cocks. When we got back to the room that night Kevin brought his laptop with him to bed as usual. I was in my bed and purposely trying not to pay any attention to him as he started reading. He was rubbing his cock and balls as usual. ”“Yes.” I nodded I loved sir fucking me.He pulled out his fist. Wow my cunt hole was so big. He knelt down and began to lick my juices up. Lapping away, sir was an amazing lover.“Bitch you taste lovely, so sweet.”His face was covered in my cum juice. Soon he climbed up and sat on my chest. I sucked his huge cock. He kept ramming his cock deep down my throat. He was making me gag, Sir loved this. Once I had sucked his huge and hard cock. Sir got down.“Now my bitch, I’m going to fuck your ass. Only this time, being unsure of the rural pavements, if they even existed at all in the middle of nowhere, I had elected to carry one of my stout walking sticks.The train, when it came, reversed into the platform, belching white steam, and the twelve carriages bumped gently to a stop at the buffers, and the guard yelled out the familiar and unnecessary phrases, “mind the doors” and later, when ready to depart, “all aboard!”The carriages were empty, clearly just driven in from the nearby.