The door closed behind me with a heavy thump and for just a split second I felt a pang of regret.She wiggled her ass excessively, knowing I was lookin... at it.Her short, blue dress had a slit in the right side and with every step she took it slightly revealed the strings of her black panties.The long heels of her shoes helped present her lovely rear to me and I found myself unable to look away.I realized I hadn't been in the living room before and I felt somewhat ashamed when I thought about. When Jennifer started to sit down in line, Betty put her hand out. "Not so fast. You know the instructor always asks for someone to demonstrate each stretch and today YOU will be volunteering."Jennifer just froze. She looked at Paul and knew she couldn't argue. "Yes, Mistress." Jennifer walked to the front of the class and sat down in front of everyone. The way she was sitting, the class was facing her and she was facing them. She just wondered what Betty would have planned for her for the rest. " First bewilderment. Shock. Now slowly turning into calculated silence. Awkward. Angela Laurens just stares at me. I get well and truly measured up, here and now. Her long fingers, delicately holding her glass, rolling her white wine. She looks down, scans the article, her fingers skimming the pages. Her gaze turns to me. I concentrate, read her eyes. Suddenly it hits me like a fever. Oh my god yes, ...I was right ...there is more ...soo much more."How... do... you... know?" She's very. I was satisfied as I know I had planted the seed and just paced my next move.I decided not to message or call to see if her interest was real and my seed had blossomed and without fail she messaged two days later. We chatted and I invited her up she drove up to meet me and we went out for a quick meal and to watch early November festivities. I kept subtly hinting at how beautiful she was and making sly lustful comments. She bit hook line and sinker we went back to where I was staying and I.