Overwhelmed, she began crying, about the pain but also because it was humiliating how horny her body reacted and betrayed her. Then, she felt his fing...rs slowly withdraw from her body. Grabbing her, she felt how he tried to roll her over on her back, and for some reason she can’t explain, went along with it. He was much stronger and bigger than her anyway, so it didn’t make much of a difference to her. Teary-eyed and sobbing, she had her panties ripped down and her knees being pinned to her. Yogi Bear. Cute. He’s a yoga master, so he is known as a Yogi. It’s a title, you know, a sign of respect.”“Yes, I know what a title is,” I replied, then went on, giving her my very best attempt at a Yogi Bear accent, “Whatever you say Boo-Boo.”She rolled her eyes and shook her head. I couldn’t help myself. I figured I’d worn out the Yogi Bear jokes, so I shifted my humor to the only other Yogi I knew.“You know,” I said with a smirk, “when you’re in your class, you can observe a lot just by. I was accused of not following the creed of destroying life forms that were bad.I had no idea of what they were talking about.Apparently, I was seen playing with animals, and not killing them as they were a danger to our valley live stock. The animals were natural and local predators that fed on local rodents not livestock. If I had killed those animals, I explained, then we would be over run by rodents. This did not satisfy the local land owners and they demanded a suitable punishment of me of. . gratefully and with vigor.Bobby ate more, took more naps, and looked forward to the nights. His body strengthened as his testosterone levels were raised by his amorous activities. He was eminently qualified for the role he was asked to play.The cabinet maker was elated with the quality of work that Bobby did for him in the afternoons. The fact that the teacher still wanted to work with him two days a week bothered him only because that meant Bobby couldn't produce quite as much of his.