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My thighs subconsciously folded for a moment, and then I slowly rose to my feet. The boots stopped a step behind me. "Bend over." I was stunned, then squatted again. A hand suddenly reached out, again with the touch of leather, and pinched the back of my neck, stopping me with a cat-like movement of lifting. "Not crouch, bend over." My chest rose and fell progressively faster. Shoulder blades twitched uneasily in the flesh. If a naked me bent over, wouldn't he be able to see my most private body parts? I couldn't do it.

The kind you bend over in untold positions like a pretzel. My arms are spread wide and bound both ways, my legs are also yanked apart, except that they’re pointed upwards so my body folds in a fuckable two-fold position, and my splayed pussy is right on the edge of the table! No, no, no… My heart drops in my stomach.

"Did you see me doing that? You pushed me on purpose!" Though Niamh knew Bambi was naturally strong, she never expected the little girl to flip a grown woman who was over 100 pounds with such ease. "Bambi!" Seeing Niamh arguing with her daughter, Elara hurried over. Noticing Harvey approaching, Niamh immediately began complaining. "I lost my balance, and your daughter suddenly grabbed my ankle and flipped me! If I hadn't reacted quickly, my head could've hit the ground!" Niamh painted a dramatic picture, and Harvey felt compelled to act as he knew his daughter's strength. "Bambi, apologize to Niamh."

I аm giving him mу bоdу, and іt’ѕ ѕuреr fucking іntеnѕе. “Bеnd оvеr, Cаrrіе.” I’m juѕt іn mу undеrwеаr now аnd I do as іnѕtruсtеd, bеndіng fоrwаrd so mу breasts fall into glоbеѕ tоwаrdѕ the flооr. Hе ѕtаndѕ above mе, ѕtrоkіng thе length оf my back.

I аm giving him mу bоdу, and іt’ѕ ѕuреr fucking іntеnѕе. “Bеnd оvеr, Cаrrіе.” I’m juѕt іn mу undеrwеаr now аnd I do as іnѕtruсtеd, bеndіng fоrwаrd so mу breasts fall into glоbеѕ tоwаrdѕ the flооr. Hе ѕtаndѕ above mе, ѕtrоkіng thе length оf my back.

Step-by-step instructions with illustrations that looked more like gymnastics routines than… than… “How do people even bend like that?” I whispered, scrolling through images that seemed physically impossible. One position showed the woman with her legs practically behind her head. Another had her balanced on one leg while the man… “That can’t be real,” I muttered. “That’s just… no. No way.” But curiosity got the better of me. I set my phone down and looked at the image again. The woman’s back was arched, her hands on the floor, legs spread while the man…

She claimed that it made her more flexible, and I wasn't going to question it if it meant she continued to do them. I watched her lie flat on her stomach and push herself up into Cobra for a few seconds before lowering herself back to the ground. Even though her arms were extended, her hips stayed firmly on the mat. After doing that a few more times, she pushed her body off the ground and went into downward dog. I know this move is a great stretch on the calves when doing it correctly, but her ass in the air made my body strain.

Another curse came out from me when I heard him said that, now just a few feet away from me. Okay. I think kailangan ko na ngang magsalita before the bastard would be suspicious. Heaving a deep breath. I straightened my body saka humarap rito with a wide innocent smile. "I was just trying to execute some bending exercise, Mr. Del Fuero. Like this oh." Then I bent down my body to the front, to my left and then to my right. To my left and then to my fucking right. Stretching my body like an idiot.

Typical Alpha’s daughter , spoiled brat . Nari is a fast learner and even though I know she's tired she never complains or stops . I can't help but admire Nari , she is tall and slim with a more athletic figure . How the tip of her tongue sticks out just a tiny bit when she is concentrating on something . Nari stops and bows her head as my brother's scent hits me. I don't know why but her submitting to anyone makes me angry . I step forward and with my right index finger I lift her chin and then cross my arms over my chest . She looks confused. I

Monroe asked. Nessia nodded and then Monroe turned to me. "A bondage model is a special kind of athlete," he explained. "Stretching before and after a session is essential." I had a feeling my learning curve was about to grow larger. "Come here, please." Monroe's tone was commanding and the women didn't hesitate. "Yes, Sir," was their group response. Nessia was now wearing a short silk robe that swayed as she walked toward Monroe. Her eyes remained down and she went to her knees in the same position as the women did the night before.