It's "Christian" yoga. You know, for ignorant xenophobes who want to reap the benefits of other cultures' traditional practices and beliefs while also...denigrating them as Satanic barbarism. Cool, right? Yeah, my family rocks, I know...Rick stares at me bleary-eyed and silent. Even half-asleep and hungover, Rick is the epitome of masculine power. Dark hair, blue eyes, 250 lbs of solid muscle packed onto a 6'4" frame. It's a real shame that the poor guy is dumb as a rock. That's actually why he's. He pressed himself against me and we kissed each other like we were lovers, not siblings. My hands caressed his back and his hands slid over to my front and cupped around my breasts. Max stroked my breasts through my sweater and his hands went under my clothes and pulled down my bra so that he could play with my nipples. I moaned and writhed on the sofa as I could feel my pussy tingle. I took off his shirt and teased him back, caressing his flat yet hairless chest and pinched his nipples. I take you back to your place, and I grab a bag from the backseat. As soon as the door shuts, I instruct you to kneel at my feet. You quickly drop to your knees in front of me. I ask you where your bedroom was and you tell me. I instruct you to stay there on your knees until I got back. Several minutes go by and I know you are waiting, and wanting so bad to get started. I come back to the room and come up behind you asking you to stand and take off your clothes, and instruct you not to turn. She sucked in a sharp breath, trying not to cry, completely at a loss. The pain started to fade just as quickly as it came, but black ink remained in its place.Her phone rang. She almost had a heart attack.“Hello?” she gasped, not yet getting her voice back in working order.“Where are you?”The voice was feminine and intimately familiar. It was Salesh, her roommate. Sam had always thought her name was a bit odd, but when mothers were naming their daughters things like Khaleesi and Ezrelda she.