. The pool has a huge change room which is usually empty and has some shower cubicals. I’ve had my fair share of sexual experiences in these showers... and while I don’t think one would ever get caught ... the idea of getting caught adds to how hot it is. When I first started hooking up with the Married Guy he said that hooking up in the change rooms was pretty high on his sexual bucket list and we have done it twice. So, when he told me to go in the change rooms and wait for me I didn’t need to. Then she aims a few millimeters to the right. Ten more. Left. Ten more. Right down to the ridge. She then moves to my side and starts across the piss slit. Ten times. Moves a couple of millimeters and ten more on either side. All up I think 150 to 200 times. My whole glans is on fire. Helmut tells me to look at it and there are small specks of blood and bruising covering it. By now my nose can’t keep up with my rate of breath and the screams into the ball gag. I’m feeling feint. They stop and. I had passed the age where wearing a pair of shorts to protect my modesty, had passed, now I was old enough to be seen, and the masters could pleasure in beholding your flowering womanhood, gleaming in the shaft of sunlight, its wetness illuminating your bottom and the swelling of your sex organ, before bringing the cane down hard, the clear liquid coating the bamboo, as your flesh gave way and the bamboo buried into your swollen lips and their secretions.There is huge sexual sense of. I straighten my silver tie, and adjust the starched collar that rises from my black suit. First impressions are everything I think to myself. It is just turning seven and I walk to within twenty feet the doors, full of expectation. I hold in my hand, a single red rose, our agreed upon sign so you would be absolutely sure of who I was. The doorman opens one of the glass doors and you walk in. I cannot take my eyes off of you, but I must concentrate on keeping my knees from buckling under. You.