He said no wanted to do a few more reps but wanted to increase the weights more but wanted me to spot him. I was like yeaaa, perfect timing I thought.... He had put 2 more weights on and increased the level to one of his higher ranges. So with me and my towel wrapped around my waist, perfect, I walked over to spot him. He was starting on his press and making sure he did good position and not hurting, and dropping and watching his breathing, A few more he said, All the time I'm also watching his. “Five best please, and a few bags of crisps, cheese and onion, salt and vinegar and a couple of ready salted.”Gip, the barman, nodded, smiling. “How’s it going guys? Haven’t seen you for a while. You ordering food as well?”Siôn and one other shook their heads, but a third asked for a menu, which Gip handed over.While Gip was pulling the pints of Brains ‘best’ bitter, Jonas slowly and deliberately approached the bar. Behind him, and unseen by him, Timothy was also approaching, and could now see. She came back to the bed, panties still in her hand to trail up his body before tossing them to one side. She straddled him as she started pulling his clothes off, the shirt tearing. Buttons went flying and she tugged the sleeves down his arms. Soon they were both naked, his clothes in need of repairs on the floor by hers. He flipped so he was on top, his hand sliding down between them to test her readiness. Finding her dripping he grabbed both her hands and interlaced their fingers, before. And to be honest, you have destroyed that reputation of yours yourself. I do not believe a word of that Mikael!", I spoke semi indignantly."Anyway. Yes, you may want to fuck me here in my house now. But it is probably better for your so-called 'reputation' to do that at the club! Don't you think so?", I asked him. "Like I said; Not now! And not here! Maybe later. But then certainly without pain, and without depriving me of my freedom! You don't even know my stop word and certainly not my.