Continue hands-on (Pink Trigger's Power >99)

It was time to show Eva just how much I really appreciated her downward dog stance. With no further hesitation, I grabbed both hands onto the seat of her yoga pants.

"Doctor! Control yourself! Did you forget I'm married?!"

Now she's complaining? She must be more innocent than she looks, if she doesn't know anything about this yoga instructor sexual trope. Regardless, I pressed on; I hooked both thumbs in and pulled her yoga pants down around her ass, so that they framed it at the upper thigh. Underneath, she was wearing black, semi-sheer panties with an adult charm... not a thong, like I'd hoped. Her thong days were probably behind her. I could see her struggling to get out from underneath me as I straddled her. Her voice sounded indignant as she called out for one of the servants or perhaps her husband.

Of course, who needs a thong when you can get the full detail? I recklessly grabbed her panties and nudged them down to join the yoga pants around her thighs. Now I could see her bare ass... Don't worry, Eva. After just a little while, you'll see why the downward dog is a beloved position not only by yoga instructors, but also by the women those yoga instructors fantasize about. No offense to Hideyoshi, but I'm about 20 years younger and much more spry... there's no way he can hope to satisfy you the same way I can.

As if to directly contradict my ageist thought about young people being best, Eva suddenly shot forward to escape, pressing her hands onto the bed. I could still work with that, I thought. What I couldn't work with: her leg raised up next, in an imitation of the stretching pose she'd done earlier. A powerful kick collided straight on against my groin. I felt myself double over... she was a Tae-Kwon-Do master. That was no martial arts kick, but it had all the strength you'd expect for one.

It doesn't take magic or some secret **** weapon to kill someone. Sometimes, all you need is the opportunity. Shortly there-after, the woman was bashing my head to a bloody mess against the side of some furniture corner or another. She hadn't pulled her panties back up, so I got a glimpse of her unshaven bush as she was doing it.

Sometimes, the blunt **** method doesn't work. Ah, I'm referring to my method of trying to **** myself upon her, not her method of killing me. That killing method worked very well.