.. don't do that because then I wouldn't be okay..." pause..... "what do you mean?" I had to tell him. "I did it too you know. All the time when I was...young and then.. I just didn't... but come out here, please. You need too see something."He stepped out his door still dressed and confused until he sees me dressed up and he smiles... I quickly say to him. Show me your butt." He turns around with a twirl revealing two big meaty booty cheeks that dance when shaken. I place a hand gently on his. But after some time he started teaching some difficult aasans and whenever I get failed to do that aasans he was punishing me, initial punishment was bit easy and slowly those aasans become very difficult and his punishment also become harsh and kinky, one thing what I observed with him that he was staring at my body all the time and while teaching yoga he use to touch my body purposefully, at that moment I used to hate thatOne day again I failed to do the asan and he told that you have failed. One hundred times:'I will not urinate in my panties during class.'" This threat shut Kimiko up promptly, and she quickly retired to a desk atthe front of the room, grateful for the way this slightly hid her exposed,dirty panties from the man, and began to write. Time passed... and though her arm and hand ached from the writing, the urgeto defecate was worse. Kimiko pressed her bottom into the seat, whimperingas this squished the wet panties against her tender skin, moaning as her tummygurgled. The child’s mother goes to work. And I confirmed with her she told some simple reason not to come. I overcame that and went to her house. Immediately she took my slippers inside of the house and closed the door. This was the first time I was looking into her at a closer distance.She prepared some juice and we were chit-chatting for a few minutes. At that time I came to know her husband has died almost 7 years ago. And she is helping the child’s mother. I was not in the mood of listening to more.