Object of Erotic Desire

As I'm leaning over, completing the stretch, as see each casually walk up behind me. I feel his hands caress my body, up and down my thighs, moving casually across my leggings, and I feel my body alighty with passion at his touch. I manage to keep from moaning, remembering our previous fitness session, as his hand casually moved across my ass.

After a moment he stopped, and I felt him grab at the fabric of my leggings. As I held myself in place, I watched him casually ripping the fabric over my crotch, pulling the sheer fabric apart. He tore a decent-sized hole in the stretchy fabric, before releasing it down and rubbing my body once more.

After a moment, he stepped aside, and I became fully aware of the damage done to my sheer leggings. All of my shaved clit was now plainly viable, from one thigh to the other along with much of my ass. I saw more than a few smiles aimed my way, as men got to see the folds of my pussy up close and personally, without even my leggings to block the view. I moan, my body aroused at the thought I was flashing a whole class of attractive men with my shaved bush. more than a few whoops could be heard from the crowd, clearly enjoying the show.

After a moment of relative silence, Ethen walked up in front of me and said, " The next step to our routine is a few warm-up exercises. You all are likely aware of them, but I'm sure you won't mind having my attractive female college demonstrate them for you?" I heard more than a few laughs example from the lips of the crowd behind me. As they loudly, he casually pulls my tank op off, and I feel my breasts bounce-free as my tank top is removed. He casually walks to the right side of the room, before gesturing for me to continue.

I see a list of them and feel both aroused and disappointed with the list. It starts off with warmups I would normally not pause at about completely, but between the fact my pussy is visible for all, or maybe my breast will once around feely with each step, I found myself wondering how I should act. At one hand I'm not bound to stop, but then again I doubt I'd ever get to get this many guys to pay attention to me every day, so maybe . . .