: Act thirty-two training

Ling Lang knelt down on the ground squarely. Three black massages of the same material and different thickness were placed in front of it
the stick is about half a palm in length, the finger on the left is only the thickness of the finger, followed by the middle, and the right is a common massage It's so thick.
Not understanding their purpose, Ling Lang looked up and asked Feng Hao with his eyes.
"From today, you have to expand by yourself," Feng Hao clicked in turn. "Every day starts with the first one, and then adapts to the second one until you run out of three."
"Unless you are too busy with work, as long as you have time, you must guarantee expansion for half an hour a day, and each ten minutes, I will not supervise you, this time is your own control."
He took out a pocket bottle from his arms and put it on the coffee table. "The liquid inside has an anesthetic component. At first you may not be comfortable with foreign bodies in your body. Every time you use a little, you will ignore that for a while. Discomfort and it doesn't hurt your body. "
"Of course, this method is only for the initial use. After your body is used to it later, you will not use this method."
"I have calculated the amount in the bottle, and after I've used it up, ask me again."
Ling Lang looked at the bottle on the coffee table, the blue glass bottle, full of mystery.
"Finally, and most importantly, I ask you to expand behind you. No matter what reaction you have in the process, you must not touch yourself in front, and it is not allowed at other times."
"In the future, when and how you release your will be determined by me. I don't want to lock you up for the time being, I hope you will not let me have this idea, I ca n’t talk to you 24 hours a day By your side, everything depends on your consciousness. "
Feng Hao's words reached Ling Lang's ears word by word, and the volume was low but full of majesty. Ling Lang could only silently write down every word he said.
Feng Hao stopped for a moment to let him digest, "Let's do a multiple choice question, I let you do all this, what is the purpose? A, in order to keep you from getting hurt when you do it officially? Or B, in order to make you more Have pleasure. "
Ling Lang thought about it, "A?"
"wrong."
"B," he answered simply.
"Not right," Feng Hao shook his head. "The correct answer is C. In order for me to enter your body smoothly without being hurt by you who have no experience."
He put his hand on the other's head. "Remember, everything you do is to please me. Your own feeling is irrelevant. You have to learn to be happy with me and treat me as you. My first rule of action is that my needs are paramount, and my satisfaction is my greatest praise to you. "
"Your mind and body will completely submit to me. How to control them is my right. The only thing you need to do is to obey. You ca n’t understand now. It does n’t matter. I do n’t need your approval. You just need to remember. And obey. "
"If you can understand me correctly one day, it means that you have grown into a qualified pet."
His hand stayed on Ling Lang's head for a moment before he left. "Remember?"
Ling Lang looked up at him, and nodded, seemingly.
"Very well," Feng Hao regained kindness, "What questions do you have now?"
Ling Lang pondered for a while, "Can I get a phone number for this?"
Feng Hao laughed, "Can you reach a number? This condition can only be raised by me. You have no right to apply. It is a first offense this time, so I will not investigate it. I will have this next time. Situation, I deduct one. "
He stooped down, Ling Lang's reflection reflected in the dark eyes, and Ling Ying's expression reminded Ling Lang of his appearance of chasing himself as a senior.
"I'll call you when you have memorized your number in full, and I'll tell you what you want to hear, okay? Senior."
Feng Hao left, Ling Lang looked at the things in front of him and decided to start his first training.
He went to the bathroom to clean his body, and when he came out, he brought along the lubricant on the washstand. Feng Hao put it in the most prominent place in the morning, but rarely used it on him.
The material of the massage
stick is very special. Ling Lang couldn't recognize it. At first he thought they were gelatinous, but after picking it up, he found that the surface was abnormally smooth, heavy, and even with the coolness of a bit of marble. But common sense tells it that those are definitely not stone.
Ling Lang smeared the lubricant on the finest massage
stick, and after a period of wearing the plug, the thickness was not a problem at all, and it went smoothly to the end. Then he found that the hardest thing was not to put it in, but to clamp the smooth and lubricated fines so that it would not fall out of the body.
He tried his best to tighten his hips, but he could clearly feel that it slipped along the intestinal wall a little bit, and the routes he passed were infected by its coolness, and his nerves were stimulated very sharply. Perhaps it was not physiologically so intense. But psychologically, shame was caused by the invasion of a private part by a foreign body, which in turn caused signs of a certain organ to rise.
The sphincter contracted for a long time was inevitably tired, a little slack, and the massage
stick suddenly fell down, Ling Lang had to reposition it by hand, and then tried to clamp again.
After about ten minutes, Ling Lang relaxed the gluteal muscle, let it slip out of his body, and then put on a second moderate-thickness massage
stick. With the lesson of over-lubrication in the previous round, he did not replenish the lubricant this time. With the aqueous liquid remaining in the body, he pushed it into the back
cavity without much effort.
This massage
stick is about thick, which is roughly the same as the plug that is usually worn during training. Linglang
It feels just fine after entering it. Compared to wearing that fast walking six kilometers, there is no difficulty in practicing at this time. , And easily spent the second ten minutes.
Ling Lang somewhat understood why Feng Hao wanted to set up a second branch. This process was more like an intermission than a long period of muscle tension.
The last one was not so easy. Ling Lang tried twice without success, and had to apply some lubricant on it so that it could spread his folds more smoothly. This time only entered a front end, Ling Lang immediately felt the discomfort of foreign body invasion, and physically wanted to exclude it.
Ling Lang then remembered what Feng Hao had left. He opened the sealed glass bottle and poured out a few drops carefully, spreading it evenly on his acupoint, and then slowly massaged for a while. Sure enough, as Feng Hao said, the liquid in the bottle had an anaesthetic component, which was very sensitive at first, and it wouldn't be painful if you gently rub it with your nails later. After the preparation is completed, he once again inserts the thick three-finger massage
stick slowly into the body. When encountering resistance, he withdraws some, rubs back and forth for a while to bring more lubricant into the body, and repeats this process several times until The whole root is submerged.
Ling Lang knelt down obediently, and then the contracted sphincter was fully expanded at this moment. He slowly made his body remember this feeling. The tight muscles were relaxed a little, in sharp contrast to it. The little brother was more interested.
He couldn't understand every word Feng Hao said to him today, but he couldn't deny that some compulsory words made him excited or even eager to try. He felt that a certain factor in his body was awakened by Feng Hao. Just as in the past, Feng Hao NG provoked his seven times. It seems that from then on, his body was ready to accept this person.
Ling Lang began to recall every word that Feng Hao said, imagining that if the master's device was in his body at this time, he would have to do anything to please the other party.
He started to contract the sphincter vigorously and uniformly. At first this exercise made him feel muscle aches, but after trying to overcome the soreness, it became a very natural activity, like heartbeat and breathing.
Ling Lang closed her eyes, cooperated with deep chest breathing, and regularly performed levitation exercises. He could feel his muscles getting stronger and stronger. Each contraction would make the round top of the massage rod firm. Go deep into the intestine, stay there for a few seconds, and then slowly slip back to its original position the next time you relax.
He didn't count exactly how many sets of such exercises he did. When he finally opened his eyes, time had passed unconsciously before the ten-minute deadline.
Ling Lang switched to abdominal breathing again, and the massage stick was discharged out of the body a little bit. When it was completely detached from his body, the original full of chrysanthemums
acupoints felt empty, and I wished that there were nothing big to fill in quickly.
He pushed his finger in the past, probably forming inertia, and the acupoint still maintained a weak motion, as if a tiny heart was beating there.
After completing the training program for the day, Ling Lang carefully cleaned up the used equipment, and finally stood under the shower to rinse himself with a thin layer of sweat.
He washed himself up and down, and finally stopped with his right hand somewhere where it was forbidden to touch. As time passed, it had begun to cool down, but sporadic flames were enough to ignite the repressed desire
fire.
Ling Lang stood still under the spray head, and remained silent for a long time, and finally slowly moved his hand away from the already awake .

I do n’t know if it ’s a coincidence or intentional. The filming of this movie is not far from Feng Hao ’s residence, either in the studio or outdoors. This treatment.
After a busy week outside Feng Hao, it was finally his turn to play, Ling Lang had packed up, but found that he was still organizing things in the bedroom.
"When is it going?" He asked as he approached the other side.
"Not in a hurry," Feng Hao laughed. "There is still time."
Only then did Ling Lang find that ten silver metal were neatly placed in front of Feng Hao, about two-thirds the size of a table tennis ball.
Although Ling Lang had doubts, he didn't ask, he knew that Feng Hao would not put them out for nothing.
"I'm conflicted ..." Feng Hao looked at the metal ball on the table with him.
Ling Lang waited silently for Feng Hao's following.
Unexpectedly, he turned around, "What is your second number?"
Ling Lang froze for a while before keeping up with his leapfrog thinking, "3."
Feng Hao laughed and made a look of relief, "Well, I was still worried at first, what if your second digit is 8 or 9?"
Ling Lang didn't think it was good, but as he thought, Feng Hao counted three from the pile of balls, and then untied his pants naturally.
"The number 3 is good, no more, no less, just right."
A coolness poured into his body, the same feeling was repeated three times in a row, and Ling Lang's face changed slightly.
"I insist on closing the job today, and I will write down the second number," Feng Hao smiled. "Is there a problem?"
Ling Lang wanted to say yes, but couldn't say.
Feng Hao didn't seem to plan to get his answer, and smiled again, "You have two choices now. One is to put on your old friend, it will help you to fix it, and of course it will squeeze the ball too. Deeper; the second is to keep it as it is, but I am afraid that you will try to clamp them all day long. If it falls during the filming process, it will be embarrassing. "
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Transcript of the crew's record:
Act 32 Participation in the expansion training is [everyday in the cultural shortage] [yqdtchp] [12249614] [Honey Snow Pear] [Cat and Meow] [Ah] [Floating and floating] [Lonely as snow] Everyone gets a stick Wonder, [Muse,] [Kudo Yu] each got five sticks, of course I didn't say how to participate, this stick can also be used by others.
Will you drop [decision right]? Do you want the movie director to choose one or two?