“Thank you for taking the time to see me.”If he didn’t know she was South African, Max never would have been able to guess where her accent was ...from. He said. “Likewise. Connie says you have a very full schedule.”They chatted about nothing in particular until the big man on the bench finished his reps. As he sat up, Chesa turned to Max. “Should we get you on the scale?”Max winced. “I’ve been avoiding the scale. My mother says that knowing the number when she’s trying to diet is worse than not. He bent down, caressed my hair and said “It’s ok dear. I saw you naked a couple of times from my room as well”. I don’t know whether to feel happy or embarrassed.“You know I also like blowjob. How about we both do what we like?”My hearts was pounding fast. “Is this how I’m gonna lose my virginity?”“Can I hug you first?” I asked.Before he could even answer I got up from the bed and hugged him tight. His body was still wet. His penis was facing upwards and touching my hip. That was enough for me. It was electric, the residual pain from the flogging, the tight bondage to his hard male body, and his cock sliding against my wetness. Moments later I felt his cock pressing in to me slightly. Because our legs were tied together, we could spread them, and did. My legs could not go around his waist, and it was very difficult for him to thrust as we were bound together. But his cock slid in enough to make me groan and spread our legs a little further, urging him to enter me as best he could.. A few minutes later, the husband walked up to me in his gym shorts and no shorts. It was the first time I saw him without a shirt, and did he excite me even more. His chest was full of silver hair that ran all the way down his stomach and disappeared into his shorts. I was kneeling down pulling weeds when I looked up and noticed something really nice swinging under his shorts.The husband, Steve started up a conversation as I stood up. Steve put a hand on my shoulder and told me he needed some.