I work out every morning at my local gym before I start work training other clients at multiple gyms. I always need to make sure that my body is heal...thy and I look good. I do want to practice what I preach and be a good influence to my clients that I train. I snap out of my self-admiration trance and continue to get ready. K never gave instructions on what to wear, so I throw on a pair of jeans and a fresh polo with a comfortable pair of loafers.Around 10:15PM, I head out the door and to my. I was embarrassed. I didn't want to be naked first.My cousin was still on top of me and the other two held my hands so my arms were straight out. My cousin said down and pulled my underwear down.They were giggling and staring. I can still remember the exquisite feel of my cousins hand encircling my rod. She stroked it and caressed my sack.Soon, the other two were touching and stroking and checking it out. One of them bet my cousin she wouldn't take it in her mouth. She did and though she didn't. He holds back his urges and plays on, even though he just wants to push her head into his lap for a great blowjob that he knows she can give him. He stares straight, his fingers expertly dancing over the buttons on his controller as he keeps up with his friends. It isn’t until she unzips his pants and strokes him through his boxers that he flinches and messes up. “Fuck,” he hisses. “Dude, what is wrong with you? That was an easy shot!” Jake shouts in the headset. “I’m gonna have to pause this,”. We’ll have to plan a wedding, then I’ll be his wife, and he’ll be my husband. Until then, I will be his fiancé. Be his, I think about that more. The thought of him possessing me like a prize always stirs a warmth in me. It’s like arousal, but much deeper, so strong that it scares me, so I never act on it. It’s crept into my dreams before, being his, his good girl, or bad girl, his submissive little slut. I’m already submissive to him, but I don’t think he’s caught on to how much I’m willing to.