"Good luck! Mr. Castle Island!"
A bright and energetic voice echoes as you enter the warehouse.
As far as I prefer basic silence, I'd like to ask you to be discreet and modest in greeting me.
"It's tea! There are treats too! Cookies I baked, though! Hope it fits your mouth!
Makoto Ogasawara, who rushed up to me at the same time as he got up from the couch where he was sitting, pulls a gooey when he grabs my uniform jacket and forces him to sit on the couch and force him to recommend tea and cookies.
Handmade cookies were silently telling the story that they were handmade and snoring in shape, and that Makoto Ogasawara was so clumsy.
"What do you think!? Delicious!? I'm not sure about the flavor, but I'm confident in my heart!
And Makoto Ogasawara, who hasn't even eaten it, asks me what it tastes like, peeks into my face with his upper eyes and stares at me with his lukewarm eyes mixed with anticipation and insecurity.
Besides, he turns his arms to my right arm, and by pressing his boobs, he fixes them tight and tells me of his stubborn will to never let them get away with it. I can't move at all in shame. Whatever your arm is, I didn't know you had this use for big tits.
That's right, this looks like a week's sleep if I say it's bad or something.
If you eat, you'll be asked for your thoughts, and it's a hassle, so do you want me to say no subtly?
"I don't eat between meals, doctrine..."
"What do you think? Taste!
"Yes, I'll take it..."
But Masaru Ogasawara's impending intimidation made me accept it.
Recently, I kind of feel like I've been under a lot of barometric pressure from Makoto Ogasawara's momentum.
Makoto Ogasawara clearly changed from one case of disposing of garbage. I've laughed more and more often before, and I feel more and more confident every day.
Friendship seems to be good, and it was customary in the warehouse to make me listen to Tanaka's stories.
She smiled cheerfully and was honest and obedient anyway. But I'm too healthy to be in tune. That's why there's no place to be cautious about this, so it doesn't end well.
"Hey Ogasawara, it's time to ma-"
"You're training for a massage! I get it!
"Oh well. Then get dressed."
"Actually, I'm already in my uniform! So you can start anytime!
Makoto Ogasawara blocks all my words and hits the lead. Makoto Ogasawara, who seems capable of being such a crisp, is not like Makoto Ogasawara.
I kind of miss the old Makoto Ogasawara. Was it a failure to eliminate garbage?
And you're wearing that in your uniform? It's not a bathing suit, it's a black leotard in clear tights fabric. What happened to the underwear? The underwear. Were you taking a class at No Pan Nobra? Wow, there's a pervert here.
What do you do when you have physical education classes? There's no way you're gonna get dressed in public.
Do you normally wear underwear when you have gym classes? No, because it's Makoto Ogasawara at any rate, and while I'm forgetting there's a gym class, he seems to be wearing a transparent leotard honestly, silly with a heart he wants to be praised by me. And then I realized I had physical education and I panicked.
Normally, it's unthinkable, but I'm scared because Makoto Ogasawara seems really possible.
As I set it aside, it's a slightly more motivated Makoto Ogasawara like that, but changing clothes doesn't look right in the corner of the warehouse, and as soon as I take off my uniform, I start to blush and embarrass myself.
It's a novelty that I don't think was the reaction of the guy who wore the transparent leotard in the morning.
"Ju, ready... ready"
Makoto Ogasawara, who hid his chest with his right hand and his groin with his left hand, comes to me in bed with a snack. And besides, he wears an eye mask and waits for me in a crawling position himself.
Its face and skin become burning pearlescent and slightly rough exhaled.
I know it's embarrassing, but that's not all. You seem to be starting to feel comfortable by exposing yourself to me.
In this state, you wouldn't refuse to be naked if you were in the warehouse. Then it's time to step into the outside exposure.
"Oh, shall we begin?"
When I got up off the couch, I grabbed a bag full of sex gear and headed to bed.
Here recently, Makoto Ogasawara has accumulated frustration, as opposed to its vigor. The cause is due to my discipline.
Now that my dependence on me is soaring, I'm experimenting with how far I can withstand obedience, but the situation is good. He's going to endure everywhere if I tell him to.
"Then again today we do a massage that stimulates the nipples and improves breast milk production and, at the same time, an anal massage"
Going up to bed, I asked Makoto Ogasawara in a pale clerical tone, as usual, as I lowered my hips behind Makoto Ogasawara, who was crawling on all fours.
"Yes. Thank you…"
Making exhalation clearly rough by my inquiry, Makoto Ogasawara dyes his skin to a beautiful peach color other than the part covered in leotards. And despite being covered in an eye mask and blocked from sight, I twisted my neck to look at me and turned my face behind my back, nodding honestly and responding.
What is that submissive attitude? Makoto Ogasawara has a slightly nervous atmosphere on his back. I imagine you are trying to consolidate your determination to imagine the blame bitterness that will begin and endure desperately.
"Ogasawara, don't move. I'll cut the anal part of the leotard."
"Yes..."
When I confirm Makoto Ogasawara's acceptance and remove the scissors from the bag that is stuffed with sexual objects, I will not pick and pull with my fingers the fabric of the leotard on that anus part of Makoto Ogasawara, who is sticking his butt out towards me. That slightly touched my fingers on my anus and Makoto Ogasawara's hips trembled pickly.
When you scissor cut the dough you are picking with your fingers, the dough away from your fingers sticks properly to your buttocks.
Thin yet black tights fabric. In it, only the anus was exposed.
Whether it's caused by being cut out of the fabric and exposed to the air, or just being excited, the anus, which is crackling, is as thin peach as ever and so beautiful that it doesn't seem to be an organ intended for excretion.
Well, you know you're going to twitch around from me, so I guess you're taking care of it with a lot of care, but you'll also have the qualities you were born with.
"Insert an anal stick more than this. Ogasawara, open your anus as usual."
When he asked Makoto Ogasawara as he stared at his anus, which was cracking, his anus tightened cuddly. And it starts to open and close like the mouth of a fish, puckering and holes widening. Once it closed cuddly, it then spread wide pockingly.
This anal opening and closing technique is becoming more precise every day. Anus tightness will be due to muscles, so the more you use that muscle, the more you will be able to move freely.
My prospect of elevating the anus to a second female genitals by developing anal muscles is remarkably good.
Remove the anal stick with a few beads of a sphere as many as ping-pong balls from the bag and apply the lotion carefully. Then, when the pointed tip of the lotion in the plastic container was inserted into the anus of Makoto Ogasawara, the pressure was applied by squeezing the container and injecting the lotion into the anus.
"Hmmm...... Phew"
Makoto Ogasawara, injected with lotion and leaking a sweet whisper, tightened his anus cuddly and tried to spread it again like he was in a hurry. But it didn't work because of the rush, and I repeatedly opened and closed it.
It was as if the carp fed was desperately eating that bait.
I used to loosen up with my fingers before inserting the stick, but now I'm losing the need for it as well.
At the time of insertion of the test tube in the science room in the early morning, it is sometimes said to be in the morning and it has to be relaxed with some fingers, but the instruction in the warehouse is quite relaxed because it is after school and the enema is always used before coming to the warehouse.
In addition, anal sticks can be immediately described by improving anal opening and closing procedures.
In other words, if not in the early morning, I would have gained the flexibility to cope even if I was suddenly stuck in my anus with a male root. When that happens, the rest will be comfortable to use.
If it is possible to develop the anus and the surrounding muscles with more rigorous discipline and move them freely, it should also improve the comfort of use.
"Oh, whoa, whoa."
When you are ready and push the sphere of the tip of the stick against your anus, it slowly pushes in. That raised a sweet grunt.
The muddled sphere begins to swallow into the anus, and the size of its hole becomes the same as the maximum diameter of the sphere, from which it swallows the tulung and sphere. At the same time, the anus, which was spreading, is rapidly closed and crackling.
Sweet whispers rising and freaking hips.
Seeing and enjoying the reaction of Makoto Ogasawara, he pushed one, another and the sphere into the interior of his anus.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha."
Swallow all spheres into the anus and the insertion of the stick ends. Makoto Ogasawara, given pleasure by it, is shivering his hips with his breath rough.
Far from the peak pleasure. Makoto Ogasawara knows perfectly well that insertion is not a good idea when it comes to peaking at the anus. That's the same even if it stays inserted and irritated.
Essential to culminating in anus. It's a tremendous pleasure to get at the time of drainage.
With the lubrication increased by the lotion, pulling out one sphere after another with as many ping-pong balls creates a feeling of comfort far from normal bowel movements. Besides, to be a few beads, I can taste its pleasure continuously.
Still, Ike is difficult. It is not possible in a single ejection to peak at the anus and the insertion and ejection must be repeated.
So even if I turned on the vibration feature on the stick, my pleasure just doubles and I can't get to the top. The act of inserting sticks is essential in order to be at its peak.
"Ahhhh, I'm blubbering, blubbering sounds on my stomach."
By turning on the vibration function, Makoto Ogasawara's butt jumps bikun, making the noise loud and intense.
The vibration of this stick is not solely intended to give pleasure in the anus. Rather, it is intended to teach non-anal places rather than the anus.
Because the vagina lies ahead of a single wall of intestine, vibration is transmitted to the vagina by compressing it with a large sphere. Other vibrations propagate to the abdomen, creating all the more pleasure.
Makoto Ogasawara has developed her vagina from the inside of her anus, even though she has never used it.
Makoto Ogasawara is swinging his hips up and down as he moves up and down with a sweet whisper on the vibrating stick.
Anus is fine for now.
I got up with a sexually stuffed back in my hand, and I turned to the front of Makoto Ogasawara, who was crawling on all fours.
"All right, Ogasawara, I'm going into a nipple massage, so get on your knees."
When he shook his neck to the side and asked Makoto Ogasawara, who was bored with pleasure, Makoto Ogasawara, who stopped shaking his head, nodded and offered his right hand. Grabbing that right hand, the left hand is then offered.
Makoto Ogasawara, wearing an eye mask, pretends that he also needs my guidance to get on his knees because he's out of sight.
In fact, even if my vision is blocked, I would be able to stand on my knees. In short, Makoto Ogasawara is sweet to me because his vision is blocked.
Well, if it's sweet to this extent, there's no obstacle to discipline, I'm doing it silently.
Makoto Ogasawara spares no effort to expose his flesh by standing on his knees.
The body wrapped in a clear black leotard is filthier and sluttier than naked.
White, thin neck and raised clavicle. Big breasts that dispel such a luxurious impression.
The breast is large but good in shape and firmly supports its own weight as if it refuses to drip. That was the only silent story of tension.
The pointy nipples that appeared on the tip of that breast, despite being covered in leotards, raised their shape and size clarity, and I could see that they were already erect even though I hadn't even touched them yet.
Lowering her gaze from such an obscene breast, her tight, thin hips and her well-shaped ass curved to flow from them. And a neat thigh.
Enchanted flesh conceived of the contradiction that the tightening place is tight but does not compromise the fleshy charm. Now that I feel weak in the face of a child, I can also snort that it is popular with male students.
In short, Makoto Ogasawara stirs up a man's abusive mind in appearance and character. How many men's delusions have you ever been defiled?
"Ogasawara, your nipples seem to be erect, but what do you think this is a side effect of an anal massage or an action of a daily nipple massage?
Then I thought I'd make a little joke, and dared ask dignified, pale and clerical questions about obscene things that were not about asking a girl.
Why my nipples are erect. How does Makoto Ogasawara answer when he asks me that?
"Oh, that's... that's..."
Investigate and study changes in the flesh caused by the training of massages. Makoto Ogasawara flattened his face with a bright red tone to me, plainly saying obscene things in that name.
The perspiration that has surfaced on my forehead and cheeks due to the constant irritation of my anus. That's the same for the whole body, and it looks like sweat erupted because of the hard questions thrown there.
I want to contribute to my training. For Makoto Ogasawara, who thinks so, he would like to honestly return the answers to the questions asked. But shame rebels against the thought and blames Makoto Ogasawara physically and mentally.
"Oh, um... well..."
Makoto Ogasawara, biting his lower lip and desperately fighting shame, raised his face as he had decided to.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. And..."
A trembling whisper spun intermittently. And Makoto Ogasawara, who rang his throat with cockroaches, opens his lips again when he breathes in small.
"Yes, as usual, from now on, I wonder if you will be touched by Mr. Castle Island... I imagined, I just imagined, I will be tough... I'm sorry"
Pulls and trembling bodies and dirty words spinning from poor thin peach lips. Plus, the beginning and end of adding to the apology.
With a heart that wanted to contribute to me, Makoto Ogasawara gave me an insane, face-loser whore's answer against that personality. And you apologize because you realize that you're erecting your nipples because you're a slut?
It would actually be like a menstrual phenomenon, but what a convenience to assume that you are a slut.
"Well, the subject's words are more informative than anything else. It would be embarrassing, but it would be very helpful if you could answer me honestly that way. Thank you, Ogasawara"
When I can wave to Makoto Ogasawara on my cheek, I whisper with the gentlest possible voice. Then Makoto Ogasawara, who had rubbed his cheek with a sleigh on my hand touching his cheek, nodded cocoon when he laughed happily.
If it's for training, why don't you just do it all you want? It's a really good trend. Then why don't we ask a step-by-step question?
Well, that's a sight to see how to answer.
"Ogasawara, this is a hard question to ask, but I want you to answer if you can"
Makoto Ogasawara trembles with pikun and body to my inquiry. A hard question to ask. I guess I reacted to that word. Anyway, I asked flatly about my erect nipples, and I said it was hard to hear. Then you can easily imagine it to be an even more embarrassing question.
"Yes..."
Makoto Ogasawara snorts as he rattles his throat and makes his cheeks sweat. Apparently, no matter how embarrassing a question you can throw at me, I'm ready to answer it.
"I've been wondering about this for a long time, but when I start training, there's a ton of love liquid-like stuff overflowing from my female genitals. Is Ogasawara sexually excited about getting a massage?
To that question, Makoto Ogasawara, who made Bikun and his body jump big, began to shake his body violently with a blurb that was shaking with a pull.
A question that poked too frank and convinced. I don't know how prepared I was, but I guess I just didn't think they'd ask me any more straightforward questions.
Makoto Ogasawara, who is in a hurry, looks confused through the confusion.
"Ogasawara? Are you okay? I have no objection to the question now. Massage comes with pleasure. Besides, it's stimulating the sexy belt, so it's no surprise you're having an affair."
When I whisper so gently to Makoto Ogasawara in a state of confusion, Makoto Ogasawara, who is moving his pak and lips, seems desperately trying to say something. But the words don't come out, only the lips move vainly.
The sweat that was seeping out of your whole body increases its amount, and the reddish skin adds even more redness.
"Sh, I like it!
And the word I poked out was that.
Like.That's not referring to massage, it's probably, no, definitely something that put into words the emotions you have on me. I panicked in confusion, and perhaps the strongest thoughts that were swirling in my heart poked me out of my mouth at will.
I know Makoto Ogasawara favors me. I use that romantic emotion successfully, but as a big premise, it is imperative that the fondness I have for Makoto Ogasawara is not a romantic emotion, but a clerical feeling towards a subject or a competent assistant.
Therefore, the passion of Makoto Ogasawara, who has confessed to me in a state of confusion, needs to be glorified with salaries.
"You like it? You ever get a massage? Well, do you like it so much? Then I must sincerely and spare no effort to improve. I'm the one who told you to show your attitude, not your words. So if you tell me to be quiet and sharpen my skills, I don't have a word to give it back. Ha ha."
In my words, Makoto Ogasawara sees the shriveling.
"So... yeah, right... haha, haha... haha"
And Makoto Ogasawara, shuddering and whispering with a blurb, gave a sad, dry laugh.
Though I accidentally confessed to the momentum, I guess I was expecting you to answer that thought. I think I've been flabbergasted and depressed.
I'm sure you think of me as blunt inside.
But when I squeeze my lips together quickly, I'm nodding, yeah. Looks like you convinced yourself of something, but what the hell did you convince yourself of?
Perhaps, "Mr. Castle Island's blunt isn't what it started just now, and you just have to take the time to turn around! Yeah, yeah, hang in there, me!" Or maybe he's convinced on his own.
"Wow, I, Mr. Castle Island massage...... love it!
And Makoto Ogasawara stretches his chest when he raises his voice brightly and energetically. As a result, a large breast, clear and round to the nipple, shivered brunly.
I don't know what to say, he looks luscious, dirty and slutty, but he looks even dumber than that.
And as for the love liquid overflowing from the female genitals, it got nasty, but I enjoyed it quite a joke, okay?
Only the tip of Leotard's chest is cut, and his two nipples, which are red and pointed and erect, are exposed. And a slightly audible vibrating sound. This is proof that the anal stick vibration function inserted into the anus is running.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Makoto Ogasawara, who is kneeling, continues to raise a sweet whisper, including cleavage, as he puts his hands on my shoulders, which are equally kneeling at the front of them, and squeezes my wearing jacket with those hands in a critical manner.
The lotion applied to the nipple reflects on the indoor lamp, and its bright red is congested to make it look soggy and obscene and teetering. Me fingering that nipple.
Pick the nipples with your thumb and index finger, clicking and twisting. Then slide your fingers to handle your nipples and squash them tightly. The nipples where the lotion was painted thereby escaped the tuluri and fingers, and Makoto Ogasawara's body freaked out and trembled.
Raising whispers, rough exhales. Sweet and hot, they were a true representation of how Makoto Ogasawara felt.
Nipple sensitivity is increasing steadily. However, as far as the condition of Makoto Ogasawara is concerned, it is not very much, but it would not be possible to make it supreme with nipples.
Moreover, the anal stick, which continues to give only vibration while being inserted into the anus, also does not invite Makoto Ogasawara to the top.
Desire and desire for the ever-accumulating peak day by day. For Makoto Ogasawara, who knows the intense pleasure and pleasure of the summit, making it not as painful as inch stopping, that would also be an act that can be called torture.
I want to be squeamish, I want to be squeamish. I want my head white. I just want to dip myself in this ocean of pleasure. I know you think that, but another thought that tries to offset that thought.
I want to contribute to Mr. Castle Island's training. I want to get a compliment. And I want to do something to turn it around. Probably thinking about it, desperately suppressing desires, trying to be a good assistant.
I laughed at one of them thinking about that, whilst whispering my erect nipples all I wanted.
Spraying sweat. Trembling body. Bitten lower lip. Unstoppable wheeze.
There is, of course, a reason why you can't make Makoto Ogasawara crazy. That's to put up with guilt.
Makoto Ogasawara has never reached its peak in recent days, including early morning tutorials.
After the anus has been developed to the point where the iki habit attaches, this frustration of Makoto Ogasawara, which will not be allowed to peak after entering the development of the nipple, will eventually reach its limit. What would you do if you did? The only thing I can do is Ike myself.
And this is just my speculation, but maybe Makoto Ogasawara has no experience masturbating.
The act of being alone in a room, doing something not cool, and being Ike. How much disloyalty and guilt does such an act feel for Makoto Ogasawara, who has spent as an honorary student?
Besides, if you don't have any experience masturbating, you are likely to masturbate using the places where you have experienced the peak. That is, not masturbation by rubbing the most popular pubic nucleus, but masturbation by using the anus.
Instead of being commanded by me to do such treacherous deeds, go ahead and do it yourself.
If you know that your feelings of disloyalty and guilt will also double as a result, then maybe Makoto Ogasawara fits into masturbation.
Makoto Ogasawara, who will always feel guilty, will try to escape his guilt consciousness. In other words, it should increasingly depend on the discipline you receive from me.
This is a butt massage. It's never obscene or doing anything wrong. That's how you delude yourself and become more and more of a slut.
And the sex equipment that you will use to masturbate, or anal sticks that you are used to, makes Makoto Ogasawara steal this.
As a result, serious and weak Makoto Ogasawara will remain conscious of sin, and then drown in more pleasure to escape.
That's why I create a situation where you steal sexual objects.
In some cases, Makoto Ogasawara does not steal sex equipment, so after observing the situation to a certain extent, I am also thinking about leaving sex equipment with Makoto Ogasawara to masturbate. But if you can, I want you to steal it and work sneaky masturbation.
The time had come for today's ordination to come to an end, and Makoto Ogasawara, sweaty and fiercely rough with his breath, fell and lay on the bed like he had exhausted himself.
It was really hilarious that the anal stick was sticking out of Makoto Ogasawara's anus, which rolled over into depression.
And the biggest event of this tutorial, the emission of anal sticks. Just once immense pleasure. If you try Makoto Ogasawara, you'll want to reach the top with that pleasure, but you can't possibly allow me to do that.
Besides, I would naturally understand that Makoto Ogasawara doesn't reach its peak with a single discharge in the first place.
Still want to squirt. I want to squirt somehow. If you're still not handsome, all you have to do is Ike yourself. I hope you get to that thought, but at times like this, my qualities as a clear poor, well-behaved honorary student get in the way.
Most of all, it makes sense because you make them work beyond that wall to masturbate.
"uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Without warning or proclamation, suddenly pulling the anal stick out of her anus, Makoto Ogasawara, who slept in depression, spasmodically cramped her entire body and whispered. But the voice is gradually stained with uncut.
I guess it still wasn't handsome. Is it painful? Is it painful? Look, I'm gonna keep the anal stick you love on the table, so you just have to take it home.
After a short break, Makoto Ogasawara heads to take a shower in heavy footsteps. There was sadness in its appearance, and from the eyes of Chirali and I when I left the warehouse, I felt sadness like a dumping dog.
Make me crazy. I can't say a word about that, Makoto Ogasawara.
Moreover, the fact that he left the warehouse in a leotard with his nipples and anus cut off seemed to paralyze his desire for the summit, which included various sensations of shame.
No matter how dark it is, what the hell excuse are you going to go outside looking like that and if you meet people?
He leaves the warehouse saying that he is going to the toilet so that he does not put it in with Makoto Ogasawara, who came home with a bath towel wrapped around his body.
The table was lined with cutlery. Plus, I lined up some of the same type of anal sticks, and even left them with performances that I wouldn't notice if I lost one.
After that, I'm doing it all by myself on purpose, so I hope you'll get into action.
It is also unnatural to go home too soon because the toilet is only in the school building. So I crushed some time away from the warehouse and went back to the warehouse anticipating the fit. And I desperately felt like I was about to raise my voice of joy.
Makoto Ogasawara, dressed in his uniform and sitting on the couch, gets up and greets me when he notices me walking into the warehouse. But the voice didn't have the usual energy. On the contrary, he was shaking as if driven by fear.
Swimming eyes at all costs and a bright red face to burn. And Makoto Ogasawara trembles on his knees like a newborn deer, entangling the fingers of both hands assembled in front of his skirt.
Behavioral suspicion that is too easy to understand. When I looked at Chirali and the table, one of the anal sticks that was lining up had disappeared.
Finally. Finally, I stole it. No, should I say I succeeded in making you steal it?
I won't touch anything about the disappeared anal stick, me and Makoto Ogasawara, who has always behaved suspiciously.
Makoto Ogasawara, who did not even know he had fitted in well with my measures and would have been subjected to immense guilt, had had a small mouth count by the unusual until that day, when he left the warehouse and broke up.
No certainty, but perhaps the first masturbation in the life of Makoto Ogasawara. Besides, I stole the anal stick, so I'm pretty sure that masturbation will be done using the anus first. What a funny story about your first masturbation being anus or something.
Well, by experiencing my first masturbation in my life, I'm not looking forward to seeing what Makoto Ogasawara will look like tomorrow.