“School and other stuff just happened to get in the way.” The black belt waved her hand at Nicole dismissively. “Of course, of course.” She responded before clapping her eyes on me. “Who’s your friend?” “This is Adam,” Nicole proudly said, giving me a less-than-gentle push forward. “He was looking for a good outlet, and he could use a little more confidence.” The black belt nodded and turned to me. “It’s very nice to meet you, Adam.” she said, bowing to me. I just stood there dumbly. Nicole subtly jabbed me in the side. “Bow back, knucklehead,” she muttered without moving her mouth. Hesitantly, I bowed back. Class started shortly after. At the start, everyone gathered in a line, sorted by level of experience. I went right to the end of the line, with no experience and no white suit. I found out later from Nicole that she ordered it with the sensei while I was off looking around before class began, and that it would arrive by next week. Once we were in the line, we did this bow ritual, and luckily the sensei was casual enough to explain it to me personally in front of the class as we were doing it. However, she was still strict enough to damn near scare me as she was doing so. Afterwards, we were all ordered indian to spread out as one student led opening exercises. By the end of the exercises alone, I was wheezing and bending over, catching my breath, and naturally, I was the only one. No one else was even breaking a sweat, of course, including Nicole, who casually strode over to me. “You okay, hotshot?” She asked me with more humor in her voice than concern. “It… the… I…” I managed to get out between breaths. She giggled. “You’ll get used to it soon enough. Now come on, back straight. Let’s make a good first impression on the sensei.” The sensei, now that the exercises were over, was dividing up the class by the time I had the strength to look up. “Green belts, go with Sensei McArthur, he’s going to go over kicks with you.” The green belts broke away from the group, along with a black belt who sported glasses and a consistently red face. “Orange belts, softcore you’re with Sensei Wise. She screamed when she felt softcore his cock poking her already tender asshole. Does he have some kind of antidote to the toxin? It was pure ecstasy and I didn’t hold back letting her know it. Susan: I liked it also. I thrust forward, burying into Branka's snatch. I hope that's okay.” It had contained machine tool parts for the paper mill and they had discarded it. I watched her in the mirror and over my shoulder making sure that she was in no danger. While he got that, she had gotten out the lube so it was in reach. She spotted the Ferrari. “I don't know what would my life had been like if I hadn't changed, but I thought I'd have what Rosemary did. ‘No!’ she shrieked. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. I promise it will never happen again. I'll even stop and talk to people. "OH YEA, WEíRE GONNA PIERCE THOSE BIG BABIES!" exclaimed Zin. And added if I'm not home soon my wife would worry. Ben groaned harshly, the movement of his hips becoming erratic and his breathing heavy. This indian information was starting to make more sense the more the man explained it and it was beginning to scare her. Bird smiled at him, moving back to grab his arm in a comforting manner, "This whole thing's been really weird, it makes sense you'd be nervous about anything we do!