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"Come here. Sit down." I slid off the chair and settled onto the floor next to him, feeling awkward and self-conscious. "Cross your legs," Theo instructed, demonstrating. "Doesn't have to be full lotus or anything fancy. Just comfortable." I arranged my legs in what felt like the most uncomfortable cross-legged position possible, but I didn't say anything. "Good. Now, straighten your spine. Imagine a string pulling you up from the crown of your head." His hand came to rest gently on my upper back, adjusting my posture slightly. "There. Feel the difference?"

Like the promotional pictures at the entrance, these photos of Bianca's figure were so stunning that they seemed somewhat distorted. Only her delicate face and fair skin seemed untouched. Frost carefully examined one of the photos. In the photo, Bianca was in the tiger pose in yoga, with her hands supporting the ground in front, one leg kneeling at a right angle, and the other leg extended high and straight backward, like a tiger's tail. Her head was raised high, exposing the elegant lines of her neck. The pose looked challenging, but Bianca's expression was confident and relaxed as if the pose came easily to her.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

He circled me again, closer this time. “First position: present.” His hands adjusted me firmly—feet shoulder-width apart, hands clasped behind my back, chest thrust forward, chin high, eyes lowered. “When I say present, this is exactly how you stand. Hold it.” I locked my muscles and stayed perfectly still while he inspected me. “Good girl. Second position: kneel.” He stepped in front of me again. “Kneel.” I dropped quickly to my knees, spreading them wide, placing my palms up on my thighs, keeping my back straight and breasts lifted. The position left me completely open, vulnerable, aching.

“Alright, alright, let’s switch it up a bit. Try the dog pose?” “Jake,” I protested, “I don’t know it,” “That’s why I’m here,” he reassured with a naughty glint in his eyes. We moved into the downward dog pose, guiding me through the movements. His hands gently adjusted my position, making sure I got the posture right. I felt more intimately awkward. Then, I felt his hand on my upper back softly pushing me down, but I gasped when his other hand cupped my backside and down to my pussy.

I named that pose "Fairy Dance." For the fourth pose, my body faced sideways while my eyes stared sharply at the front camera. Meanwhile, the other hand tossed my white shoulder bag so that the bag floated in the air as if posing with me, with me as the controller of the bag's leash. My bag eventually fell off the stage.

It hit the floor between us with a soft thud. “Oh, sorry,” I said softly. I stood up, turned my back to him, and bent down slowly to pick it up. I kept my legs straight and my knees locked, so my short skirt rode all the way up. My bare ass and smooth, shaved pussy were completely exposed to him. I stayed like that for a long second, pretending to struggle with the book, letting him see everything — the pink lips of my pussy already glistening a little from how turned on I was.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

“Alphabetical by author, then by year. Now, on your knees.” The hardwood bit into my skin as I knelt. Every time I reached for a book on the lower shelves, my skirt rode up. I knew he could see everything. The cool air on my bare skin made me painfully aware of how exposed I was. Gosh. Heat drolled along my thighs. He came closer and circled me slowly, like a predator studying prey. “Correct Posture,” he reminded me while his hand pressed against my lower back, forcing a deeper arch. The touch sent electricity straight between my legs. I bit my lip to stay silent.

a perfect excuse to abandon the formal foxtrot position and hold Kat's body close to his own. He he placed their hands on his chest and let his other hand slide down her back, to her curve of your waist. “I bet you'd like the lotus. "Is it another Kama Sutra position?" Beautiful name. "Do you know the lotus position in yoga, when you cross your legs?" - When she nodded, he said —Imagine lying on your back, with your legs raised, in the position of