”“Do I need to get the wand?” she asked.The wand had been put away. Mindy had spent two lunches in the art room, making a box specifically sized... to hold it. She’d made it out of matting material. It was beautiful, but she never once thought about why she wanted to make such a special box for the wand. She’d put it in her closet on the top shelf and hadn’t touched it for over a month.“I think it’s the wand that somehow made all this happen. We should have figured out a way to use it to help us. Our family was driving us crazy and in our minds this would be the adventure of a lifetime. We could build a cabin in the wilderness like Grizzly Adams and have a pet bear or two. There were no doubts on either of our parts that we could build a cabin or that we wouldn't have plenty to eat. We knew how to fish and cook over a campfire. And lanterns and flashlights would do us for lights. We would sleep on our sleeping bags on the floor; or maybe even out under the stars. Our bears would protect. I even booked some sessions with a personal trainer. A very fit Indian lady who showed me how to use the machines correctly and not just be a meathead. Finally, I started swimming again.Within a matter of weeks, I began to shed the pounds. I felt better and looked better. The better I felt the more I wanted to push myself. Nothing happened between me and the trainer but she made me feel good about myself. She flirted with me and encouraged me. I got a good haircut and bought some better. In the mean time, I had removed her corset and was playing with her large pink nipples. I licked at them and nibbled them as if they were my own clit. They grew hard underneath my tongue, and I bit her gently. She told me to bite harder, that it didn't hurt, and it made her hot. I began to hold in nipple in my teeth, biting down, and flicking my tongue across her hardening nipple. I was playing with the other one with my fingernails while I bit and sucked the other one. By now, both her nipples.