"I was seventeen and had just graduated from high school. My scholarship was in place, and I was headed off to undergraduate school in two months, whe...n Orton Wilson stopped me on the street and introduced himself."He was about forty-five, athletic, sure of himself, and sexy as the day is long. I fell into his eyes while he asked me for directions to the post office. It took me so long to respond, he must have thought I was brain damaged, but his smile nearly stopped my heart."I wasn't a virgin,. Besides that the slave didn’t know anything about how to “pick” a woman up, flirt with a woman, or how to tell if a woman might swing “that way”. The slave’s past experience had always been that if it spotted a woman who looked “butch” that there was always or at least most of the time a good chance that they might be gay or bisexual at least but it didn’t want a woman like that. If nothing else it did know that much about what it was looking for. It wanted to find a woman who looked. . . . . . . I kept on kissing her like a wild lion. . . . . .After 20 mins, I just reaped apart her T-shirt and her tits came out like bouncy juicy balls I just grab it with both my hands and started to massage it and she was like fuckkkkkkkk play with it just like that ohhhhhhh Yessssss… . . . .After some time, I took my hands down her belly and guess what her pussy was so soft and I could feel the warmness and the fluids coming out , it was amazing, I started of playing with her pussy with. "I guess it wasn't realistic for her to answer "Fuck me on the floor right here" but I wanted something more than "Me, too" in response."Ready?" I asked."Yes."I lifted her and she grabbed the bar and started to swing."Hey, Jack," said Coach. "Look what I got."I looked over. To the right of the door was a brand new set of dumbbells of various weights and two benches to use. I didn't notice it when I came in because I was too focused on the cluster of girls."Cool!" I said and came over. I picked.