HER EYES KEPT SLIDING TO MY ASS EVERY TIME I BENT TO ADJUST THE WEIGHTS.
I noticed the first week.
Twenty-five-year-old straight girl named Riley. Long dark hair usually in a high ponytail. Tight leggings that hugged her round thighs and perky ass. A sports bra that showed off full t**s she tried to hide under baggy tanks. Always blushing when I caught her staring. Always looking away fast like she could pretend it never happened.
Today was week four. Private session in my small studio after hours. No cameras. No other clients. Just the two of us, the mirrors on every wall, the heavy breathing, and the thick tension that had been building since day one.
I had her in downward dog. Ass high. Back arched. Legs straight. I stepped behind her, placed one hand on her lower back to “correct
