Anyway, Sara phoned me and told me to get myself over there the next Saturday afternoon. When I asked her what she was planning, she told me about the... trainer. I asked her what I should take to wear, and she told me that I would have all that I needed when I got there. I assumed that she would be lending me the clothes that I needed.Sara opened the door naked as usual, and I stripped as soon as we got to her room. When I asked when the trainer was due to arrive she told me 10 minutes. I asked. As they walked towards the Paramount, it was Marilyn who grabbed Rebecca’s arm and held it close to her side. One could hear the tapping of their heels on the pavement as the two attractive women walked and men turned around to have a glimpse at their ass, slightly swinging buttocks tightly held by their skirt. The women came into the Paramount lobby and admired the neo-classical decor of the large room. While Marilyn took notes in her ever present notebook, Rebecca slipped away to the desk to. .." She paused, searching for words. Finally she blurted, "It's not his fault you got scared and ran away. Everybody gets scared sometime." Say what?" Jack strained hard and lifted himself out of the wheelchair and stood, supported by his own shaky leg muscles that were enhanced by rage."Jack!" Zelda exclaimed, scared for him. "Oh my god, Jack. Sit back down there before you hurt yourself." She hurried over to urge him back into the chair."To hell with that!" He took one shaky step and then. Feeling the bed shake, he opened his eyes and they widened upon seeing me on top of him. He tried to move, but of course, he couldn’t because he was tied up.“Dude, what the fuck?” he muttered groggily. He was still half asleep and somewhat drunk.“Don’t worry man, we’re just gonna have a little fun,” I told him, and then threw caution to the wind and kissed him. His eyes grew even wider, and I shoved my tongue into his mouth, feeling his struggling against mine. I let up, and looked into his.