The house was reasonably warm considering that we hadn't been there for a fortnight; it had helped greatly that the girls had carefully closed all the...curtains before we left, in order to keep what heat there was from escaping through the windows. Of course we had also benefited from any heating the girls in the flat below had, because the warm air rose up the stairwell to our top landing.Once we were naked under the quilt, Julie announced that it had been a very long ten days since we had last. In the mirror I noticed I had a feminine back or at least Ididn't look like Brad Pitt or, no, Arnold.Mr. Smith motioned me to sit on the floor next to him. I began to ask whybut he put his forefinger to his lips and it just silenced me. Right nowI'm wondering why he makes me succumb so easily. I want to fight more.Tomorrow I'll tell him. Tomorrow I'll be stronger.But, sitting there Mr. Smith went over my mirror report. There in my ownhandwriting were comments about my eyebrows needing to be. Up. Down. I began to breathe harder as I lifted the bar over and over, worried that my arms would eventually give out and the steel bar and the heavy weights on the ends would come crashing down on me. I didn't have a spotter since I usually prefer to work out alone. All I needed was my iPod and a bottle of Gatorade and I could work out for hours by myself. I'm Jennifer. I'm not very much of a people person. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't have friends, but I guess I'm what you would. There was none. Tyra moaned non- stop at the top of her lungs and her breasts swung around in a circular motion as she squirmed. She lowered herself into the hanging position, rotated her hips forward and spread her knees as she hung by the nails in her wrists; fully exposing herself to all. The mob eyed the snatch sitting at the apex of two shapely legs and surrounded by a thick crop of curly black hair. They watched the two huge breasts wobble as she gasped for breath. They watched her hips.