.I get back behind her to enjoy the show as the instructor moves around the room checking people off... As she starts the compressions - I slide my fi...ger along her moistness and when she bends down to do the breathing - I slide the middle finger into her pussy and my index finger into her ass at the same time - making her gasp but she gets the idea as I'm thrusting in time to the breathing she has to do... She's breathing harder - and probably starting to cum as well - as I piston my fingers. When he was done, she got up slowly put on her panties back up along with her skirt then she turned around and looked into the outhouse like toilet bowl seat, the hole was big enough to allow the room light to illuminate what lied under it. She saw a dirty stinky disgusting ‘man’ without a shred of hair on his whole body. A body more red from the various past whipping bruises than his almost nonexistent unharmed white skin. Blinded, his arms permanently bound in the back with chains linked. I longed to touch it;to run my fingers through it; to smell it and bury my face in itsfullness.His dress was somewhat effeminate. His trousers were clearly made for awoman as the zip and button were at the back and there was no fly. Hisshirt was a man's, - but salmon pink? Under it I could just make outthe shape of what I'm sure was a woman's camisole top. The shoulderstraps were too narrow for a man's vest and I thought I could detectlace on the front. And he was definitely wearing panties. It would have been easy for him to slide his hands down the stretchy neckline, pull my tits out for his reach. Hell, I would’ve done it myself, and I started to, which was when he located my nipples and twisted them. He did it so hard that I suddenly found myself gasping and squirming. It hurt too much to stay still but I fought the impulse, the need to push his hands away. I whimpered and stared up at him as he added a hard pinch to the twist. “Did you want to show me your tits, Krissy?” .