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I let the robe fall from my shoulders slowly, sensually, keeping my eyes on the camera. He was silently watching my every move through the camera, and I knew he was affected because of the growing tent between his legs. Going down on my knees, I arched my back, cupping breasts in my hand and I closed my eyes. Images of someone else doing it to me made me squirm with pleasure. I lay on the couch, my heels on the floor, legs crossed, fingers clenched into my thighs. A few shots were captured. "Next pose, gem," his voice was so low that I would have missed it if I hadn't been anticipating his words.

She grinned briefly. "Okay, let's get one of you bent over and looking back. Just like that... so hot," Camille commented. She put her through a dozen more poses and finally had her on all fours on the ground, her hair splayed over her back and Kelly looking smolderingly back at the camera while she had her hips low to the ground and her thighs spread out widely. There was an incredibly tantalizing view of her pussy and her deliciously round rump. The pose made her want someone to come and shove a cock in her, though the thought of the act made her blush again.

“Drop your chest. Lift your sit bones. Good boy.” I was already half-hard, my thin gray shorts doing nothing to hide the growing bulge. The heat, the stretch, his touch, and my pounding heart, it was all too much. We moved into warrior poses, then into deeper hip openers. Kai demonstrated pigeon pose at the front, his body folding beautifully, ass flexing under those shorts. I could see the thick outline of his cock pressed against the fabric, heavy even while soft. My mouth watered. By the time we reached the floor for supine twists and bridges, I was dripping sweat and precum. Kai walked the room again. When he got to me, he knelt between my spread legs as I held a bridge pose.

-Yes, I want to see them," she said anxious to see them. Booke released his arms which were holding two small bodies, one on top of the other, in a comfortable position. He lay down on his back so that he could leave his arms open on either side of his body, so that Nathan could see his children. Nathan approached the one with black hair and took it in his arms.

“Now I want you to press your chest to the floor, and I want you to make sure you don’t let your bended knee fall flat.” Just like she said, I pressed my chest onto the floor till my breasts were placed hard against it, pressed and stayed down. “Oh nice, just like this.” She pressed my waist further to the floor, leaving my bum bare and exposed. I have never felt so vulnerable and exposed, yet so strangely entertained by the idea of learning poses. “Now this pose is called the dog pose.” She said, then kicked my legs apart. “The king would be behind you. He would claim you from behind, and it is important you retain this pose till he finishes.” She said.

I was. Finally, the full offering pose. Forearms on the furs, forehead pressed down, hips tilted impossibly high, thighs spread to their limit. My ass was presented shamelessly, cheeks parted by the angle. My hole winked and fluttered continuously, slick pouring out in visible, wet trails. My cock pressed hard against my abdomen, twitching with every frantic heartbeat. The scouts leaned in slightly, their gazes devouring the shameless display without shame.

He doesn’t sound the least bit impressed. I scowl at him. “I don’t see you giving up any suggestions.” He sighs and takes my phone. “Try to pose a little bit.” Easier said than done. I’m not naturally graceful looking so I have no idea what he means by pose. “Turn sideways slightly and hike your leg up a little. Keep the bag down at your side and smile.” I attempt to do as he asks but I feel silly. “Hold that.” He says and starts to take a few pictures. “Okay now stand straight and hold the bag with both hand sin front of you. Tilt your head slightly and smile.”

“Lengthen through the crown. Root down through the heels.” She flowed into downward-facing dog, palms planted, hips high, spine long, heels reaching for the floor. The pose was textbook except for one thing: the way her glutes lifted, the deep arch in her lower back, the subtle posterior tilt that turned a functional stretch into something almost obscene. Her leggings stretched thin over the cleft of her ass; the seam disappeared between full cheeks. Kai’s eyes lingered a beat too long. He stepped behind her. “May I adjust?” Ava nodded once, breath steady.

“Fuck, Baby Doll! Keep that thought because you will be doing it later with a much bigger body part. Now, I know you know how to kneel for me, but I’m going to teach you how to present yourself to me. Get into your kneeling position.” As she does what she’s told, I go on with a quick explanation, “You will present yourself to me anytime I tell you to. Although there are different types of presentation poses, this is the only one that I use.” Once she’s on her knees, I push her head gently forward, “Now bring your forehead down so it’s touching the floor and reach your arms out in front of you, palms facing the floor.” She does it so perfectly, as though she was made for this; made for me. “G

“Let’s stop right there now with the walking and the body posture. You’ve perfected it but you’re still conscious and insecure with the way you look. I want you to disregard that concern, think like you’re a hot diva then just strut out. Got that, sweetie?” Valentine bobbed her head up and down once as she stopped right in front of Pepper. Her back straight, her arms on the sides and her chin up. “But you still keep forgetting on holding your core tight as you walk. Please keep that in mind. Now, let’s move on to the turns and twirls,” she announced. This caused Valentine to slouch her back slightly, losing interest. She had forgotten that she still needed to do those stiff turning and twirl