When the green light went on to indicate the start of practice, Brentwas one of the first out on to the track and started to put in somegood lap times... so that he was quickly up to third in the privateercategory. He was also less than a second outside the quickest worksriders despite the cooler morning track temperatures.He came in a few times for some minor adjustments and checks beforesetting out again on a few more laps. His in and out laps were alwaysslower but on the second or third laps. He didn't start making excuses when he lost. If she put him down on the ground, he just laughed at it and said "That's something new I'll need to pay attention to as well," and would get up and start over.Before, when they finished for the day, he would thank her for the lessons and apologize that she had to teach such a slow student. And he always appeared sincere.Slow? Hell, his learning capacity and the speed he mastered a new move was unbelievably scary.The first time he called her "Bri". When I went to bed, "she paused, "my nipples were like rocks and I was almost dripping wet, and I don't mean from sweat! Once I rubbed a little down there, it wouldn't stop. I just kept cumming and cumming." Do you do that?" Emily asked timidly."Do I do what, rub myself down there? Heck yes! Guys aren't the only ones who have hormones and get horney! Of course I rub myself down there." Do you do it very often?" Usually not more than two or three times a day. Don't you?" I never did, until that. I badly needed the satisfaction of being filled and felt like I might have cum almost immediately but Charles deliberately kept me off balance with sharp tugs to my hair to bring me down each time an orgasm started to build. With a smooth flowing motion, Charles moved from finger fucking me to working my whole slit with his fingers with his thumb pressed firmly up against my asshole. This was a new but not unpleasant sensation. After another tug at my hair I realized he had slipped his thumb.