Dom felt like he was floating as he was pushed in front of Jessica, her expression showing nothing that bore a resemblance to happiness, yet the fingers around his neck and her obvious impatience to get him alone gave away just how much she wanted him.
"Happy to see me?" he said, his camera down by his side as he rubbed her arm.
"Hush bitch," she replied, "You will not be smiling later."
He leaned back on her for a moment, checking Stu or Frankie weren't following them yet, before looking up at her with a grin.
"I think I will."
At this the first smile of the day cracked on her face, like a rock face parting to reveal a countryside vista.
".... shut your mouth, slut."
"Okay Mama."
Jessica's grip tightened on his shoulder as she let out an ugly chuckle, her thumb digging nastily into the muscle. He was sure she was breathing unnecessarily close to his ear.
"Move baby."
Dom did as he was told, excited to be grabbed and pushed towards some back-related machines in one corner.
'I've really gone off the deep end haven't I?'
"I thought you said you weren't a personal trainer?"
She put a hand around his waist, and pulled him into a tandem seat on the back-row machine, his ass between her legs, almost making it look they were about to exercise.
"I'm not.... but I would like to test your limits..."
Her arm wrapped around him and hugged him.
"Oh, what sort of limits are we talking here?" he smirked, feeling all his inhibitions melt as he gazed back into the emotionless expression on her face, one that he knew hid a deep well of passion and burning lust.
"Hmm... how loud can I make you moan in the gym..."
The fact that she was staring at him without blinking, he had come to realise, was a rather flattering way of showing that nothing else in the room mattered. Not Zalta, not the feast of young twinks on show... just him.
As she came close to him, she uttered in his ear.
"... because otherwise I will be making you squeal like a pig tonight."
"Promises," he whispered back, thrilling at the tightness of her hug, the safety in her warm arms.
Her teeth nipped at his ear, and Dom had to keep in a strained huff, eyeing Frankie nearby who was currently circling a woman shoving Duppie onto a treadmill.
"She seems...severe, Mnn," he managed between fluttering kisses on his neck, gesturing towards the woman as her teeth came to his neck.
"Mmf!"
"Mmm....And I am not?"
"Well.. Maybe I found your sensitive side," he muttered, feeling the teeth marks she had left before leaning back into her pillowy breasts.
"....Maybe?" she whispered into his ear, her hand sliding up his inside leg.
"I-I mean you're the most sensitive woman in the world," he corrected quickly with a quick kiss on her chin, before checking Stu who was approaching. "Okay, let's do some exercises without doing anything too crazy please?"
She raised an eyebrow.
"And why can't I be crazy?"
"Because you're going to bend me into a pretzel later," he muttered quickly, and this seemed to draw out a satisfied smile.
The moment the large black lens appeared next to them, Jessica thankfully turned into business mode and grabbed the handles of the lat machine, pulling them down. He tried not to think about how swollen and sexy her biceps looked whilst flexing.
"Hold."
Dom grabbing them, making sure to avoid looking at the camera.
'Don't forget content....'
He put on his snarky 'Dizzy Dom' voice, one which felt increasingly less like himself in recent weeks.
Acting 101.
"So.... gonna put me through my paces PT Jess?"
He felt the legs either side of his tighten threateningly, and his heart beat faster.
"Pull."
He did.
The bar didn't budge an inch. It felt like he was trying to pull down the ceiling.
She snorted.
"You trying?"
"I am... trying..." he muttered, flexing his meagre muscles whilst growing steadily more annoyed as the camera zoomed in on his expression.
Dom tried with all his might, almost lifting himself off the floor before dropping back down.
"... sorry I'm... not related to any gorillas!" he heaved after his arms dropped to his sides.
"Shut up, arms back up," she snapped, slapping a hand against his ass.
*Smack*
Dom whimpered, then tried to play for a laugh by glancing at the camera.
"OOF.... I....I think she likes me!"
A low growl from behind made him shiver.
'Crap... I better not push my luck....'
He put his hands back on the bar, and felt two large fists wrap around his.
"Pull."
He pulled, and felt incredible pressure from Jessica's hands.
The bar came down easily, and they continued to do twelve repetitions, Jessica making it look effortless. It made his insides queasy feeling just how much stronger she was than him, whilst also adding to the giddiness at the thought of being wrapped up by her.
'She could fuck me whenever she wants, and I wouldn't be able to do a single thing about it.....'
His eyes widened as he felt heat rush south, the camera lens still rotating around them.
"Hey, maybe switch to one of the others," Dom muttered to Stu after a few moments, "there's a lot to cover."
"Sure.... hey, don't forget to turn your camera on."
"Yeah... yeah..."
Dom slowly brought his forgotten camera out and attached it to the side of the machine, facing them as Stu wandered off.
The moment he sat back down between her legs with the red light flashing, Jessica reached down and gently cupped his balls.
"Mmmn... are you hiding something from me?" her hot breath murmured into his ear.
"Stop it," he giggled, checking nervously that no cameras other than his own were still around whilst his nutsack was being massaged.
"Or what," she murmured back, squeezing him so he was almost struggling to breathe, her hand tightening on his package.
"NNNh!"
He took a few seconds to compose himself.
"If you don't s-stop... I won't jerk you off....."
He reached back behind his ass and began to rub where her dick should have been, finding smoothness.
"What, looking for something?" she teased.
"Hmph... your dick, obviously," he whispered, taking his hands away.
"Ha.... Wait."
Jessica reached down and rustled for something.
"Now."
When he brought his hands back, they found the familiar thick fleshy bar that Dom had grown accustomed to over the past week. He caressed it immediately, finding deep, soul-warming comfort in the aggressively taut tendons, the subtle pulsing between his fingers.
Gently, lovingly, he began to wank her off.
"Just play along... and I'll be your little bitch tonight," Dom said in his least masculine voice, all whispered girlishness, adding a little giggle at the end for extra effect.
Jessica moaned and rubbed his own crotch with a tighter grip, making him mewl at her hand covering his entire tented package easily.
"You better be a good boy.....Hnnn.."
"I'll be the best boy for Mama...."
Just as they were getting going, the dick beginning to throb harder with each tightening stroke that he applied to it, Dom glanced back and caught Stu's mirthful expression bobbing closer through the lines of equipment, camera cocked on his shoulder.
"Stop," Dom muttered quickly, reluctantly trying to push her cock back beneath her waistband and attempting to prize the hand clasping his junk. Jessica kept her hand rock solid, unbowed.
She even squeezed a little, making Dom's cheeks flush.
"So are you ashamed of me?"
"NO! No I'm... just we can't... on camera..."
"Why not," she grunted, a little less effeminately, into his ear, "you did before...."
"Mama," he whispered as the camera came within a few metres, snaking his hand back to brutally wank the shaft between her legs, "you're mine... just help me get through this... after all, I am moving in soon.... then you can fuck me every day."
She managed a tight smile as her dick pulsed, her tone lustful and stilted as if she were struggling to contain herself.
"... Mnn... very well..."
"Thanks... Love you."
"Love you too."
The camera returned just as Dom managed to somehow wrestle the fleshy crowbar back into Jessica's yoga pants, and dickhead Dom mode was instantly activated.
"Now PT Jessica, what do I need to do?!?!?"
"It's simple."
She got up, and Dom's eyes bugged out as the huge bulge coming to rest across her left hip was displayed next to his face as she leant over and moved the key to a lighter weight.
Stu immediately noticed the yoga pants not-so-subtly containing a holstered baton and his eyebrows rose, tracking to make sure he got it in shot.
"This time, you try easier," said Jessica, her legs wide and proud.
Dom stared for a moment, swept away by the strength and beauty of this woman, before trying to instil some overly positive energy into his voice whilst pushing down rising levels of panic.
'Stu has footage of Jessica's crotch bulge next to me....'
"Ha, n-no problem!"
He tried to keep his expression eager and silly, pulling once more with muscles which felt almost pointless at this point.
They didn't budge.
"Um... can I get some help here woman?" he exclaimed loudly, puffing up his chest as he managed to lose himself in the 'Dizzy-Dom' persona for a moment, the lens swinging close to his face, "seems like you spent too much time in the kitchen!"
Jessica looked unimpressed.
"Oh, I'm sorry slut...."
She stood close and a sharp pain on the back of his head made him wince as she cuffed him. It deflated him immediately, and Stu's choked laugh caused Dom's cheeks to warm as Jessica took the pin from one of the heaviest weights, to one of the medium ones.
"... I forgot you were weak."
She came to stand next to him, and this time she stood with her crotch directly up to his face, to the point he could almost feel the heat coming off it, the pink yoga-pants stretched to breaking point by the iron bar.
'Look away... Don't stare at it.....'
He stared at it like a child staring at unopened candy.
Then the camera was there.
Dom felt his insides churning as the camera zoomed in on his pathetic expression, lips wet as he surveyed the proud estate of Jessica's veiny shaft throbbing through the pink yoga pants. She had taken his breath away in an instant, and now stood over him proudly, displaying her superiority... showing him his place.
His brain started working again far too late to save the situation.
"... Well I... I just..... maybe I just need the right trainer!"
She came and sat back down, and when she did, the iron bar was sitting against his lower back, wrapping him up and pulling his face close so he could smell the heavy perfume on her neck.
"Am I not the right trainer?"
The air stopped in his throat as she wrestled his face to hers, heart pounding as he was presented with the most kissable lips on the planet, golden skin that looked good enough to run his tongue across, eyes that searched his own and found his soul quivering and ready for submission.
His lips parted slightly, cradled in her arms.
"Uh....."
She brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead, smiling.
"You should remember who you speak to."
The handle was pushed into his hands, and Dom somehow managed to slow his spinning head as he grasped it, noticing the camera was still there beside them.
Stu was diligently recording them being intimate.
'Is this it? Am I telling everyone I'm a transsexual pornstar's boyfriend now?"
The camera was probably staring at the pink outline of a dick pressing against his lower back. Dom tried to keep his legs close, hoping Stu hadn't spotted his own erection poking meagrely against the inside of his pants.
"Pull," she commanded, hugging him tight to from behind, her arms clamped over his front like rollercoaster restraints.
He tried and put his whole weight into pulling back the handle, which obstinately refused to move.
"Um.... Could I... get the weights a little lower again," he asked, defeated.
She tittered.
"Ohhhh, of course, bitch."
Dom felt his insides shrivel as the unblinking eye of Stu's camera aimed straight at their faces.
"Jess stop," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth.
She gave an insolent look.
"Why?"
He whimpered and put on his bravest face, dredging up what was left of Dizzy-Dom.
"B-because this is TERRIBLE personal training! Honestly I-"
He made to stand up, but didn't even budge against her easy back-hold. The muscles squeezed tighter, and he let out the sound of a cowed dog as his lungs were constricted for a moment.
"I think someone needs to stay quiet and stop being naughty."
Jessica smirked at the camera as Stu watched, unable to contain his grin as Dom was kept firmly cowed, barely able to breathe let alone escape her clutches.
"Can... can we cut for a second?" Dom whimpered, wriggling in Jessica's grip as her hand snaked down to his belly, threatening to grab for his crotch.
Stu shrugged after a moment and finally brought the camera from his eye, regarding the pair with a snicker.
"Fine.... you sure you don't want this for content Dom?"
He almost managed to say it with a straight face, raising the camera to get a little more of Jessica's huge palm enclosing Dom's throbbing hardness..
"Piss off," Dom spat, wriggling, "go... record Benz or something."
Jessica decided to help his face flush by fully reached down and grabbed Dom's crotch.
"HNN!"
"Sure thing," Stu said, chuckling, waiting for a moment to enjoy Dom's squirming humiliation, before traipsing off.
The moment Stu stepped away, Jessica snaked a hand into Dom's hair, and violently pulled him back into a deep, tongue-fucking kiss, the kind that almost makes you choke as she groaned into his face, vibrating his head with the force of it.
"MMMMMHHhhhh!"
"Glmh-"
Dom let himself be mouth-raped, enjoying her tongue slapping his like a cowed pup, demanding to be sucked which he duly did with feeling, whimpering back into his mama, gripping tight to the hand across his belly. His other hand reached up to make sure she stayed in the kiss, finding a few wisps of hair at the back of her neck.
Stu quietly pointed his camera backwards as he retreated, zooming in on the lovers as their lips parted just long enough to see the two tongues sliding into each other's mouths before leaving with a snorted chuckle that neither participant heard.
Looks like Dom had no issues with a girl packing heat.
The two lovers delved into each other until they no longer cared about anything else around them.
They moaned and sucked, tickled and exchanged small notes of affection until Jessica's tongue had sated it's inquisitiveness for now, retreating from the edge of Dom's throat, a lurid wet noise signalling the suction ending.
*Shlurrp*
The pair took a few seconds, eyes closed, to enjoy the feeling of their wet lips parting.
"Mmuh.... I... That's really.. really nice but... can we just save all this for a bit later?" Dom panted.
"Why," she whispered back, the notes of a smile playing around her mouth.
"Because... Oh fuck just..... you can do whatever you want to me tonight! I'll ride you like a pony!" He pleaded, "please just play along for the cameras??"
"I will claim you tonight regardless.... now kiss me."
"Mama, not here," he urged.
She growled, slithering a hand up to grasp his neck, making Dom bleat.
"Perhaps you forgot that you are mine... No-one will come between me and my bitch, not for a single minute. Not for a single second," she snarled, Dom whimpering in her grip before she softened with that subtle smile reserved for only a chosen few. "Now, kiss me."
Dom leant back and quickly pushed his lips up to meet hers.
"Mmh."
They met gently, and Dom simply enjoyed the warm wetness of her lips, the way the gloss made their lips stick together as they finally broke it.
"Mmmh....."
Her covered tits were glorious cushions for him to lie back on.
'We really need to watch a movie together like this.'
He added it to his personal bucket list, far higher than he dared to admit to anybody other than his big bad Mama.
"Okay... now show me some exercises so we have some actual camera footag-"
She pulled his wrist back and down to feel her cock fully flopping out of her yoga pants once more, leaking onto the back of his shirt.
"Mama!" he swore, pressing himself back so no-one could see her erection fully out in the open, "Again?!!"
"We didn't finish."
Despite his protestations, his grip found her cock and squeezed hard, and a quick nibble of his ear had him swooning.
She did have a point... and Dom hated seeing Jessica un-fulfilled.
"Could you pleasure me...? Just a little?...."
His fingers began to work the shaft of Jessica's cock and little moans and shivers from the soft mountain at his back made his chest pound, wrist oscillating with even more gusto.Dom began to feel trickles of cum over his fist as she squirted juices from her dick-slit.
'Why am I even bothering to fight it....'
Not a single reason came to his head why he shouldn't ride her dick.
When he looked up at her, a tiny smirk was on her face.
She knew he wanted it. Needed it even. She just wanted him to say the words.
"... okay fuck me," Dom murmured hurriedly, before standing up and placing his butt back into her. Jessica grabbed his hips and immediately lined her cock up with his asshole. It was already wet and slick with pre.
"Three..."
"Two."
"...One..."
They worked together to sink him down onto her, and Dom bleated as the thick, slavering shaft pushed up inside him, letting out a long, slow breath. He was beginning to get used to the feeling of a dick pushing into his ass, but it was a bad idea to go too fast, too early with someone as girthy as Jessica.
'Maybe we can just fuck before anyone else is lucid enough to know what's going on... I'm pretty much used to it now, right?'
Dom whimpered, and pushed.
It felt like he was barely getting anywhere, once again reminded just how girthy and masculine Jessica's appendage was compared to his own.
'To think I used to fuck women with my dick...'
Now it was already getting hard despite the discomfort of having a widely distended anus.
He glanced around, hoping no-one spotted him sitting halfway down a donkey dick.
'All busy...'
He clenched his jaw, and sank lower.
Pain.
Seven inches.
Pleasure.
Eight inches.
"FFffuuh....."
Her hips greeted him with warmth and hard muscles and bone under a light layer of fat.
The first thing his body did was seize up, then his limbs started trembling as zips of pleasure came to him quicker than the first few times.
Now he just had to look like he wasn't getting fucked in the ass.
'I'm being anally fucked again....'
As he began to ride gently, he realised that this was his life now. A life with him and Jessica, getting buttfucked every week. Maybe every day.....
'Forever.'
Suddenly his imagination took over, and he was wearing a suit, and Jessica was glowing in a beautiful wedding dress.... and she was ploughing him into the bed as she knelt over him, grinning.
The thought was delicious and so humiliating at the same moment that he couldn't believe he was dreaming of such a notion.. Then her squeezing of his hips and warm breath on the back of his neck brought out of his thoughts and back into her embrace.
"Do you want me?" she cooed into his ear.
"M-more than anything," he managed, struggling to get his words straight with something stretching his anal rim so wide.
He leaned back, turned his head up and brought her head down into another kiss, Jessica turning savage and moaning as Dom pushed his tongue in first and tried his best to take control whilst cinching his butthole as hard as possible midway up her shaft, still trying to oscillate up and down despite his neck being at an awkward angle.
He rode her in a slutty lap dance, wiggling his ass to the side to enjoy the various places the cock could reach within him, marvelling at its ability to unlock new sensations.
"Hnnn!"
"Glnhh...."
"Hn-hn-hn!"
He broke the kiss and glanced briefly around him, hoping that no-one was seeing him oscillate subtly on her lap. Still, no-one seemed to care.
Duppie was going for round two, this time in a sweaty, uncompromising missionary position with Pasha digging her forehead into his. The blond was doing worse to Frankie, pounding him from behind in a way that was about as un-loving as possible, his eyes round and lips drooling as she found what must have been his prostate and murdered it in cold blood with her stallion cock-mace, her expression that of a rabid dog with a rabbit in its mouth.
Dom brought his attention back, breathed long and slow... and gently unseated himself, before reseating again on the odiously invasive chair made of Jessica's flesh and blood.
An inch out, and inch in.
*Throb*
A wet "MMphh," spilled from his lips before he could control himself.
"M.. s-sorry," he managed, sealing his lips tight.
"Don't... you should moan for mama," she growled.
Her cock found his special place again.
"MmmhH!"
Before he knew it, Dom was riding up and down the full length of her shaft, his balls bouncing off of Jess's steaming babymakers just waiting for a chance to inseminate him.
As he hilted, sitting down heavily on her lap, a small ball of wet heat spread beneath his belly button.
"Fuck," he gasped, feeling a burst of pleasure in his stomach.
He managed a quick look around at the devastation in the gym.
Pasha had Duppie's legs in the air and was making them spasm as he launched his seed into the air and over his own face. Frankie was crying with the blonde's fingers in his mouth like a harness, tears of humiliation and ecstasy rolling down the woman's knuckles as she dogged him like a bitch, fucking the cum out of him as his rock-hard dick painted lines across the floor beneath him.
"This is crazy," Dom panted.
'We're all getting fucked in front of everyone... and I'm in a good position compared to the rest!'
She snorted.
"We can stop if you want."
"Shut up," he grunted, forcing his ass backwards, making Jessica titter and then whimper in response, her fingers clinging tighter to him.
Nothing was going to stop him getting his Mama's deep dicking now.
Electricity began zipping to the tips of his toes and fingers, making it difficult to fully control himself bouncing up and down as the gentle *plap-plap-plap* of their hips became a little harder.
Jessica growled into his ear.
"Use the bar."
He reached up and grabbed hold... and pulled himself up to the head of her cock.
"Hn-"
"Not too far," she hissed, pulling him slowly back to the hilt, the dick sliding right back up inside to the special place. Dom's arms shook, something that had little to do with the exertion of exercise as he pulled himself up again, helped by Jessica's hands moving his frame easily up.
The hands brought him down again.
*Plap*
He began to do a series of self-rape strokes that would have shamed the nastiest whore in the city as Jessica helped by lifting him up to the point he wasn't even using his feet any more, strong hands snaking underneath to grasp his thighs.
*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*
"MMnnHuhh...."
He tried his best to seal his lips, but a low whimpering was emerging from deep within him as his hands slipped from the bar and his legs were raised into the air, his feet now above his head.
Jessica rippled.
Dom realised that he now had zero control. He was on the Jessica Deluxe Roller-coaster, and the only way off was up and down until she said so.
Jessica began to bounce her bitch on her lap whilst letting out a loud, ugly moan that hurt Dom's ears as his ass was sheathed over her womanhood at a faster rate.
*SHLCHLUP-SCHLAP-SCHLUAP-*
"NNnnn.. NNNNNNN...MMMnn....."
A few minutes of him lost in her ploughing of his insides had his legs shaking.
Dom mewled and brought his arms back to touch whatever he could, give eager comfort to the woman pleasuring him just how he liked.
Now they were just clutching each other, his ass butting back into her with eagerness, sweat on both their foreheads as his head rolled back into her breasts, and it felt like they were one sweating, heaving animal as her cock ploughed him with consistent, steady strokes like an oar breaking through the water, slamming in and then stimulating heavily all the way out.
The charade of remaining quiet began to fall apart as Dom lost track of his senses.
"Mmnuh-Hhu-uHH-"
The whimpers grew louder, his lips unable to contain the growing lust within as Jessica ruined him, taking control and fucking him like the whore he needed to be.
The moment the performance truly crescendoed was when Dom bent forwards and grabbed the metal struts on the front of the machine, using them to drive his cheeks back around Jessica's jutting erection, sheathing it fully within him in more of a doggystyle position.
Jessica responded eagerly by rising up from the seat, bringing Dom into a bent over 'fuck-me-daddy' pose, his feet on the floor and legs almost straight, back subtly arched for the perfect receiving of a man's penis....Thankfully it wasn't a man who slid their dick into his waiting hole, as the large caramel-skinned woman grunted over him, back in her happy place of total dominion over her boy's body and soul.
*PLAP-PLAP-PLAP*
Dom didn't know if the others were watching, but he didn't care. It was too good.
She was too good.
The sound of her balls slapping his ass became odiously loud, deliciously emasculating despite the light sting on his grapes as he felt a real cock and balls being deployed in battle, Jessica using her whole body to ram him hard to the point he was having to use all his strength just to push back and keep himself upright... A tricky task, when it causes your prostate to get hit even harder.
"UUUHGhhn-...Ughhhh....!!"
Dom began letting out full sex noises now, throwing himself back into a rear-end ransacking as the heavy beats coming from speakers around them were drowned out by his orgasmic cries. Jessica's harmonising moans were not far behind, far more masculine and gruff with her belly-grunts, seizing him by the hips and rag-dolling him to the point he was almost a blur.
*CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*
"UUGHN-GUHn-UHGHn-guhg-UHGN-"
"HUN, HUN, HUN, HHUn-"
Dom trembled as the bliss of cock-taking heaven beckoned, and completely gave himself over to it, letting Jessica take him somewhere special, fists clenched onto the cold steel as flecks of her sweat began dripping onto his back.
It hit in a moment of pure bliss. Her strokes became stilted and unsteady, Dom's muscles seizing up.
"Give it to me Mama," Dom drooled, about to enter the pearly gates.
Jessica's womanhood throbbed like it had just prepared the biggest load of their lives.
"YYEEAaahhh biiiitch-.....HHN-"
Jessica moaned, a deep bellyful sound that forewarned Dom of his impending insemination before the dick in his abdomen pulsed like an alien vessel.... and a tonne of wet lava entered his anus, dousing his insides like an overflowing beer-glass with warm ejaculate.
They trembled as one, a house of cards falling to pieces as Dom's knees shook, barely able to hold himself upright as his lover's claws dug into his hips, feeling the dick pulse against his anal walls again, and again, and again, each time releasing a stream of hot seed that made him flush, sweat covering every inch of his skin.
Jessica gurned and groaned to the ceiling, lost in the feeling of Dom's tight ass coaxing her seed from her balls, giving a few measly pumps of her hips to expend the last of her orgasm in his body.
Dom was backing himself up like he wanted to be ground against, sheathing himself even as his legs threatened to give way. The feeling of her heat swilling inside him was odious and yet so beautiful that he let out a whimpering sigh of delight to himself, his hand coming to his slightly swollen stomach where, for a moment, it felt like Jessica had truly impregnated him.
"NNN! HNNNN!"
"GGRUhhhh...hmmn-hmmn-mmn-!"
Jessica grimaced and sighed as she watched a final, pretty spasm of Dom's hips taking place, his sweat covered ass scrunched tight to the base of her cock, and then his head lolled, spent.
She pulled him back, heaving in oxygen to bring some energy back to her body, and they fell as one back onto the seat, covered in sweat, Dom's legs still shaking, and a firm smell of cum began to drift into their nostrils to mix with the tangy scents of their bodies.
"Well... think we got a bit excited..." panted Dom, trying to regain his breath. He didn't bother summoning the energy to look around, knowing that when he did, he would probably have to put a brave face on the deepest humiliations of his life.
Jessica said nothing, content with the natural order of things. Her bitch on her dick. Nothing else mattered.