She came home invigorated and couldn’t stop telling me all about it. I listened patiently but didn’t understand half of what she talked about. She...enjoyed the physical challenge but was even more intrigued by the spiritual aspects of yoga and yogic philosophy. It sounded like claptrap to me, but I’ve never been known for my free thinking. To top it off, so she told me, the instructor was this gorgeous hunk of a Frenchman, named Marcel.Friday morning, over breakfast, she brought him up again.. Told me to rubber him up and lube him,so I pulled out a rubber and slid it over his big purplecock head and rolled it down his cock shaft,then i lubed his gorgeous cock,smearing the gel all over his cock till it was all shiny and hard in it's rubber,again,he ordered me to stop,"on your fucking knees on the bed cunt"he barked so being a good slut I did as I was told,then he forced my head down and pulled my butt up,forced my legs apart so ass hole was totally exposed,I could feel myself opening. It was his brothers who were working the farm. One brother's wife had died but the other had done well as the rest of them.A tornado had hit the town and cut power and telephone lines. They just left it all down. They hadn't thought about Paul not being able to reach them. His brothers had gone into town and picked up two diesel tankers. They were running on that until they could train livestock to handle the chores. They had figured out also that eventually there would be no power or diesel.. The kick from any women would have stunned most men. Michelle though,was still physically still a man. This coupled with the rage she felt,made the kick devastating. The stiletto heels concentrated the force ofthe kick into two tiny points. One in Tommy's left thigh, the other inhis testicles. He screamed in an unnaturally high pitch and collapsed onthe floor.Michelle tried to stand, but slipped back down as her kick had brokenoff one of the heels. She tried again and manged to stand by.