And, she's getting better at it every day.Like clockwork, the next day, Alyssa asks me if I need any 'relief.'"I think you like giving handjobs, Lyssa.... Lots of girls do." Well, it is kinda fun to watch what happens and all. I was thinking though that I might try something different, if it was okay with you." And what were you thinking?" Well, I thought, if you wanted to, I could try doing oral sex on you. A lot of my friends do it to their boyfriends all the time and I thought I could try. But you won't will you? No, not you. You are gonna hurt my poor little ass aren't you. If you want you can tie me up. I'll be helpless and spread before you. I'll just have to take whatever you want to do to me. It's been 16 years Ron. Mmm do you remember how my ass smells, how it tastes? I haven't let anyone fuck me there since you. Can you imagine how tight I am now? Do you know how much it is going to hurt me? I'll be laying there crying, helpless, hating every minute while you fuck my tiny,. 6 am Monday morning found a nervous Taylor at Mick's gym which wassituated in an old warehouse in a shabby part of the city. Theequipment was not state of the art. Some climbing ropes, punching bags,mats, chin up bars, boxes and truck tires and medicine balls. Theworkout was brutal in its intensity. After 45 minutes Taylor lay on thefloor unable to raise, half sobbing half retching.Mick looked unsympathetic. "That which does not kill us makes usstronger. Nietzsche said that." Nietzsche didn't. Her breathing is really hard now and her hips are pushing up into my finger trying to get as much of it into her hot wet tiny hole. I am thinking how tight she is on my finger, that when my cock is in her it is really going to feel great to feel those pussy walls gripping my dick like that. I pull my finger out of her love hole and move my head down kissing her stomach and moving my body until I am between her spread legs. She looks down at me, biting her fingers on her one hand waiting to see.