The brochure had information about several different classes, anything from help to self-help and mental strength to active presence and breathing exe...rcises. What caught my eye was a description of one specific class that was to be started in one week’s time, where the aim was to give you tools to help overcome difficulties in your everyday life, be it unemployment, illness or grief after losing a loved one. You would be taught mental training exercises, meditation techniques and other things. Istrutted to the bathroom and pulled my thong down to my knees and bentforward. I pushed the top of the lube bottle down and dribbled a fewdrops onto the shining metal plug, then looked at myself in the mirror."I'm a whore," I said to myself, something I've said many times whenfantasizing about this, but never like this, and I reached back andpushed the plug in. The cold steel against my little hole, then thestretch, then stretching more, then the pop in, and it sitting there soperfectly.I. I went to the bar and picked up this bar sleaze that I knew would spread her legs if I just bought her a few drinks. We left together and I went to her apartment. It was a whole in the wall a couple of doors down from the bar.She took off her skirt and I went right to fucking her. Her pussy was sloppy wet and all I wanted to do was get even with Diane for what I thought was cheating on me. This woman meant absolutely nothing to me. I just fucked her hard. I didn't care if it hurt her. I was. I kissed her quickly, and snuck back out of the room. She emerged several minutes later. Her composure regained, and we put the white bikini, drenched in her cum, back on the rack. “I had to use my last pad” Rach said as we made our way to the register; “and my panties are soaked” she said, lifting up her dress for me to see. “Keep doing that, and we’re going to have to find another dressing room so you can relieve my pressure” I joked, showing her my (because of her) continuous bulge.I.